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Wooo, got a four and a perk in my cup I'm sippin' on drink, got me stuck At the quit trip, I ain't get gas, just cups We just spent like fifteen hundred to sip Back to the apartments, that's play for a zip Been gone all day, bae runnin' her lips I'm just tryna run it up in the house, I can't sit I just got her Chanel, that's money well spent Um, and I got me some rick Them Owens I'm flee, that's money well spent What you drinkin'? I just poured up a nigga rent What I do thats me? I don't need your consent they know Smxxsh, been thuggin' a hundred percent I'm throwin' up the treys, gotta represent Send that boy to the grave if he say he against leave that nigga outside like Im setting up a tent Roll a three-five, and a xan in my faygo And I'm riding around hot like a nigga volcano Done done it all, shawty low, nigga, they know It's squares in your circle, nigga, like a ego We spin that boyblock, nigga, like tornado Then spend it at Sak's, cause I'm having way more Took the Rollie off his wrist like Ayo and Teo Bro cookin' up the work like he eatin' Alfredo Heard you goin' out bad, nigga, say it ain't so And I'm goin' places that you niggas can't go When we come around, he tuck his chain and he lay low In the booth I'm on fire, nigga, call me Fuego And you know I'm on go, nigga, like Diego Hit that boy with a Glock, I don't need a Draco And these bitches on dick folding up the bankroll, bitch text me I already Told the bitch no Um, cause the bitch said she wanna link up I told that bitch she know what's up You tweaking, my bitch finna have you put up She said you bein' lame, I told her, oh, that's tough Got that bitch on my line, I was really gon' buck Off a bean i was rollin', nigga, like a truck And I'm gangsta, not rollin', I'll put you up We can shoot for a hundred, what you puttin' up
Writer(s): Darius Alston Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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