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Paragroup
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Gabriel MHW
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Chase Shaun Mitchell
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Perc sosa
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Paragroup
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Lyrics
He get hit up with them drakes
Two bad white hoes on me, pretty face
Bitch I see your bread, I'ma take
Give a fuck about a bitch, hell nah, Andrew Tate
Bitch I just got a choppa on me, spraying down his legs
You said that's yo mans, he got caught having e-sex (Ayo)
Choppa on me, spray down his apartment complex
I leave her on read when she sending me them texts
I made like ten bands off of scamming, and fake checks
Bro said he want feature, I'ma steal all of his bread
Don't give a fuck about this bitch, I leave her texts on read
No, I didn't switch up, I just found out you was fed
Nigga get hit up with that drake
Look at how his face is, shit, that shit look like so baked
I can't go out like no hoe, I drop a band right on that crate
We got bad white bitches, oh my, she gon' make it shake
I'm like, we gon' get him gone, piece of cake (Off my dick!)
He lied on his gang, like lil bitch we know you fake (Nuh uh)
Pourin, sippin lean, I just love the way it taste
Send a nigga up to god, oh my god, he a saint
We got bad white hoes at the crib that make it shake
We can get him gone, off my dick, piece of cake
How are you a trap nigga? Not inside my rank (Nuh uh)
We got niggas talking bout the gang, they just fake
How much you got on, I think I got like none
He said that he trap, so we call that nigga Mo (Shoutout Wurdmo)
Heard he want his bread back, nigga come in folds
We gon' send him up to god, and that nigga gon' be hoe'd
Choppa make that nigga fah
Choppa send him to Allah (Allah)
Fah, fah, fah, what's that? A glock
She gon' give me head, nonstop
She gon' give me head and neck
Want a feat then better pay
He was born like yesterday
And her nigga not in my rank
Heard about her new nigga, he ain't in my rank
We can get him gone, kill him bitch, piece of cake
You can hop up in the whip, but don't touch on my drake
Yeah, bitch don't got no ass, but she finna make that shake (Shake that shit)
Heard that you a broke nigga, boy that's what I hate (Broke ass bitch)
Heard you want yo bread back, nigga come and take it
See yo shit, like give me that
That's yo bitch, she hit me back
He talk tough, he getting smacked
Come and get yo semi back
Said that you a trap nigga, I say "you not into that"
Dissing on yo opps, boy, not gon' get yo nigga back
Bitch we hit him round for round
Say he up, we knock him down
She gon' bust when I'm around
Heard yo song, I turn it down
Big clip, I might hit you
Big butt, I'm gon' get you
I heard that nigga way to slime, might pass his ass a tissue
I heard this lil bitch listen to my songs, I better ask permission
Yeah, bitch, not a damn nigga gon' touch me cause I keep a missile
I got poet in my heart
Big 45 that bitch go "fah"
Big 45 that bitch go spark
Pow-pow-pow, I love that part
Nigga said that he in gang, nigga you are just a Mark
Heard that Teddy caught that state
Bullets he ain't gettin' far
Bullets shooting through that car
Got that iron, I ain't Stark
Bullets biting like a shark
I can't see up in the dark
You was cool, but you a jake
FN, It gon' make him shake
Got him killed, now any day
I can't have, then I'm gon' take
You gon' put dick in yo face
In a quick, bitch I don't date
Run it real, like I don't wait
She wan' come, like namaste
Writer(s): Cameron Paragroup
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