(Damn)
She be fouling on gang every week
Trying to f*ck jit in the middle of day
Knowing these bitches finna f*ck now I skeet
How many codes you got I cheat
How many hoes you got like three
How many bitches you got in your bed
How many blunts do you smoke in a week
How many times that shit run in your head
I miss my nigga like why is you dead
Can't move around without thinking y'all fed
Can't move around without thinking y'all wanting my head
And I cannot remember what therapist said
Told me lil' Ten you be geeked
Cop me a Scat a big body
I don't know who she is in the sheets
Polish bitch nails ya polished
My lil' German bitch like to suck dick
'Cause that mileage bitch she got it
She be snorting on coke in the party
I done f*cked this bih hopped in the 'gati
Why the f*ck do you act like you got it
Trying to put some more tats on my body
Trying to rendezvous with a lil' yami
Spanish lil' bitch she gon' give me that yomp
We is not asking no questions
I told my lil' zombie just aim at that boy and you dump
Putting that pack in my motherf*cking wood
He misunderstood when I told him he slumped
I just did damage when I hit that donk
Like she want to ride with the gang and get funk
Ain't talking to nobody don't call my phone
I'm thinking about this bih when I'm alone
I'm 'bout to just dip my heart down in that chrome
I do not wan' f*ck with her I just want dome
I tell her I love her but really on phones
Do not f*ck with Ten when that boy in his zone
If he in the way then he get booted on
I put a hoe on late night
And f*ck no I ain't paying for a flight
Aye hell no I'll send you a kite
Got a different type of lans these Cartier type
And that shit lace finna muddy the sprite
You could slide lil' bitch if we ain't f*cking tonight
(You can slide lil' bitch if we ain't f*cking tonight)
(You got to take that shit to heart)
(It don't)
(Yea and this shit Cartier type)
('Cause that mileage bitch she got it
Polish bitch nails your polished)
She be fouling on gang every week
Trying to f*ck jit in the middle of day
Knowing these bitches finna f*ck now I skeet
How many codes you got I cheat
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English
(Damn)
She be fouling on gang every week
Trying to f*ck jit in the middle of day
Knowing these bitches finna f*ck now I skeet
How many codes you got I cheat
How many hoes you got like three
How many bitches you got in your bed
How many blunts do you smoke in a week
How many times that shit run in your head
I miss my nigga like why is you dead
Can't move around without thinking y'all fed
Can't move around without thinking y'all wanting my head
And I cannot remember what therapist said
Told me lil' Ten you be geeked
Cop me a Scat a big body
I don't know who she is in the sheets
Polish bitch nails ya polished
My lil' German bitch like to suck dick
'Cause that mileage bitch she got it
She be snorting on coke in the party
I done f*cked this bih hopped in the 'gati
Why the f*ck do you act like you got it
Trying to put some more tats on my body
Trying to rendezvous with a lil' yami
Spanish lil' bitch she gon' give me that yomp
We is not asking no questions
I told my lil' zombie just aim at that boy and you dump
Putting that pack in my motherf*cking wood
He misunderstood when I told him he slumped
I just did damage when I hit that donk
Like she want to ride with the gang and get funk
Ain't talking to nobody don't call my phone
I'm thinking about this bih when I'm alone
I'm 'bout to just dip my heart down in that chrome
I do not wan' f*ck with her I just want dome
I tell her I love her but really on phones
Do not f*ck with Ten when that boy in his zone
If he in the way then he get booted on
I put a hoe on late night
And f*ck no I ain't paying for a flight
Aye hell no I'll send you a kite
Got a different type of lans these Cartier type
And that shit lace finna muddy the sprite
You could slide lil' bitch if we ain't f*cking tonight
(You can slide lil' bitch if we ain't f*cking tonight)
(You got to take that shit to heart)
(It don't)
(Yea and this shit Cartier type)
('Cause that mileage bitch she got it
Polish bitch nails your polished)
She be fouling on gang every week
Trying to f*ck jit in the middle of day
Knowing these bitches finna f*ck now I skeet
How many codes you got I cheat
She be fouling on gang every week
Trying to f*ck jit in the middle of day
Knowing these bitches finna f*ck now I skeet
How many codes you got I cheat
How many hoes you got like three
How many bitches you got in your bed
How many blunts do you smoke in a week
How many times that shit run in your head
I miss my nigga like why is you dead
Can't move around without thinking y'all fed
Can't move around without thinking y'all wanting my head
And I cannot remember what therapist said
Told me lil' Ten you be geeked
Cop me a Scat a big body
I don't know who she is in the sheets
Polish bitch nails ya polished
My lil' German bitch like to suck dick
'Cause that mileage bitch she got it
She be snorting on coke in the party
I done f*cked this bih hopped in the 'gati
Why the f*ck do you act like you got it
Trying to put some more tats on my body
Trying to rendezvous with a lil' yami
Spanish lil' bitch she gon' give me that yomp
We is not asking no questions
I told my lil' zombie just aim at that boy and you dump
Putting that pack in my motherf*cking wood
He misunderstood when I told him he slumped
I just did damage when I hit that donk
Like she want to ride with the gang and get funk
Ain't talking to nobody don't call my phone
I'm thinking about this bih when I'm alone
I'm 'bout to just dip my heart down in that chrome
I do not wan' f*ck with her I just want dome
I tell her I love her but really on phones
Do not f*ck with Ten when that boy in his zone
If he in the way then he get booted on
I put a hoe on late night
And f*ck no I ain't paying for a flight
Aye hell no I'll send you a kite
Got a different type of lans these Cartier type
And that shit lace finna muddy the sprite
You could slide lil' bitch if we ain't f*cking tonight
(You can slide lil' bitch if we ain't f*cking tonight)
(You got to take that shit to heart)
(It don't)
(Yea and this shit Cartier type)
('Cause that mileage bitch she got it
Polish bitch nails your polished)
She be fouling on gang every week
Trying to f*ck jit in the middle of day
Knowing these bitches finna f*ck now I skeet
How many codes you got I cheat
Writer: Seve’on Scott
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