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 Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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