Ay, c’mon, c’mon
This bitch red, black, and white, but this a chrome sweater
I crack the baddest bitch in there, like, “What’s your phone number?”
Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay
This bitch red, black, and white, but this a chrome sweater
I crack the baddest bitch in there, like, “What’s your phone number?”
She make the kids disappear when I get dome from her
He couldn’t fit this lifestyle, it was the wrong rubbers
Don’t gotta talk the price down, I’m buying what I wanted
I’ve been squaring, flying private, I’ve been driving foreign
I hit the lick, after the split was an enormous portion
Was with the niggas that got rich off of the unemployment
The war ready, Wiggle Nation brought the love deployment
Scenes of if I ain’t seeing shadows, then I’m hearing voices
Press the gas pedal down, then Supreme Forces
My diamonds dance, battle clowns, Harley’s head spun around
This hot bread lookin’ sound, I been yeast talkin’
Ass up, face down, I see yeeks only
The yeek on me, the geek homie, sent the link for me
It get cold on that road, the heat sees warming
I’m ’bout to let nobody bother me, how we was taught
We didn’t stop committin’ robberies ’til we was caught
Her bottom naturally wobbly, her titties bought
Fitted real ones in the county, off the keefe coffee
My sneaks don’t have a crease, and all my piece are glossy
We took trip after trip, that’s how we was flossing
Quarter zipping that spliff, and I’m not even coughing
I’m content with Saks Fifth, but I miss bleeding Barney’s
I miss bleeding Barney’s
Black gloves, leather vest, we can’t flee on Harley’s (on God)
Lil’ bro got the eagle on his free bands
Most these niggas can’t keep the pea I peaked at
She playing on my flute, in the coupe, I think I’m Three Stacks
I ain’t saying she put me to sleep, it was a brief nap
Matter of truth or lie, real or fake, you decide (you decide)
Gang slide everywhere niggas reside (gang slide)
They ain’t really solid, I seen all the signs (they ain’t solid)
Niggas pressed over mines, I’m pressing lines, look
They wasn’t cracking in this bitch ’til we arrived
I just really found a new technique for they top, nigga
I wasn’t connected, I just connected the dots
They doing Ozempic out the box
That’s why they never seem to hit me when they sending shots
Bring shorty over, do my doggy, then I bend the block, we finna cut up
‘Cause my young boy came with a chop, niggas square
If it’s problems, it’s no problem, spin the block
Flavor flav, we on time and run it back, let’s spin the clock
Van Halen, Axl Rose, step back, we finna rock (we finna rock)
They can’t take the fire, bitch, I got them hot (they on fire)
They went and bought some pussy, I went and bought the Glock
I’m ’bout to let nobody bother me, how we was taught
We didn’t stop committin’ robberies ’til we was caught
Her bottom naturally wobbly, her titties bought
Fitted real ones in the county, off the keefe coffee
I drank, I drank a pint last night, woke up sleepwalking
I went to Sharks, you knee-deep in some beach water
I heard your little brother died, you need to recharge
I’m a Flint nigga, king of talking shit, but now we yeast talking
I paid a million for this crib, ain’t no leasing office
I pulled up to Le Caesar’s, bought a pizza off him
I’m using code words
When I say I need four slices, that’s four birds, ay
I was just in the feds making keefe coffee
This bitch pussy so dry, I thought Larisse was talking
He got a dry voice
I’m finna drink a pint, that’s my high voice
My other bitch pussy wet, she gon’ die moist
I know this shit good, but would you die for it?
He had, he had an eight, a new drink, he let me try four
He only had an eight, but how the fuck you got five more?
This nigga cut the drink
I had an M in jury on it, wasn’t nothing fake
Yeah
That all bullshit, nigga, money is not everything
Shout-out, my nigga, Hit-Boy, we still shit-talking, but we yeast talking too, though
You know what I’m saying?
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