Hop out the fin and I'm settin the trend
Dope boy Nikes on matching the white tee
I don't want your hoe she a groupie
Smokin' on dope in here, smell like I pooted
Ain't lackin' everywhere I go, keep me a toolie
I grew up with shooters, don't have to recruit
I bless the bitch like achew
Feel like I'm Weezy, you hop in this whip I ain't got no roof
Nah
I ain't got no ceilings
Nah
She think I'm a villain
Nah
Baby can't save ya
Hop out the backseat with A.R bih hit like its Krillin
Off addies and percs that shit blurrin' my vision
Get rich or die tryin', been made my decision
You tryna bump heads, bitch, I'm clearin' the tension
Paid as a bitch, thought I forgot to mention
I ain't had no son yet, but I'm buildin' his pension
Get smacked in day light that's a modern-day lynching
Niggas ain't havin' pape on they pennies, they pinching
Way I'm working this stick, woulda thought I went fencin
Can't wait till I black out a Bentley
I'm doggin' this bitch, f*ck her rough what is gently
Got racks in my pocket, she used shit used to be linty
No steak for the bitch, might take out at Denny's
Let's go
Yeah, hit the bitch too many times, had to let her go
I spent the night in the trap, just a stretch bow
I'm pumpin' gas through the streets like a Texaco
Had to cut that lil' bitch off, she a messy hoe
She gon' come back when the money come
I'ma get racks like I'm on to some
Get off my dick, I don't owe you nothin
I'ma beat the boy, ass like he stole some
If you run up on me, leave your nose runnin
You a rat, everybody know you told somethin
Don't talk about shit, I don't know nothin
I ain't tryna get your head bumped
Don't f*ckin' get your head tapped
No rap, in this bitch right
Guap
Yeah
No fifty-fifty, I need all percentage
I'm not just a rapper, I ain't puttin' on no image
I got the bows on the floor, gotta pay to come near it
Make some shake, gotta show me you serious
I shoot a flick like a Netflix series
Yeah, yeah, yeah
I shoot a flick like a tubi
Got paid as a bitch, now the cougar wanna screw me
My niggas rollin' like tootsie
Havin' that sack, might put racks on his noggin' like Boosie
Bitch know I'm the one this hoe beggin' to chew me
When I go on tour, gon' be f*ckin' my groupies
I took a perc fore I f*cked had to energize up
Hoe like how I'm smashin' that coochie
I want AMG on some 24 Rucci's
Izzy my dawg, we like Shaggy and Scooby
F*ckin' thick hoes from the back on her ass what I smack
Eal freak want my thumb in the booty
I want some mop, I ain't trying see no boobies
I don't want no good bitch, I'm in love with the hoochies
Man, my stick came with a kit, got so many attachments
Look like it came off Call of Duty
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Hop out the fin and I'm settin the trend
Dope boy Nikes on matching the white tee
I don't want your hoe she a groupie
Smokin' on dope in here, smell like I pooted
Ain't lackin' everywhere I go, keep me a toolie
I grew up with shooters, don't have to recruit
I bless the bitch like achew
Feel like I'm Weezy, you hop in this whip I ain't got no roof
Nah
I ain't got no ceilings
Nah
She think I'm a villain
Nah
Baby can't save ya
Hop out the backseat with A.R bih hit like its Krillin
Off addies and percs that shit blurrin' my vision
Get rich or die tryin', been made my decision
You tryna bump heads, bitch, I'm clearin' the tension
Paid as a bitch, thought I forgot to mention
I ain't had no son yet, but I'm buildin' his pension
Get smacked in day light that's a modern-day lynching
Niggas ain't havin' pape on they pennies, they pinching
Way I'm working this stick, woulda thought I went fencin
Can't wait till I black out a Bentley
I'm doggin' this bitch, f*ck her rough what is gently
Got racks in my pocket, she used shit used to be linty
No steak for the bitch, might take out at Denny's
Let's go
Yeah, hit the bitch too many times, had to let her go
I spent the night in the trap, just a stretch bow
I'm pumpin' gas through the streets like a Texaco
Had to cut that lil' bitch off, she a messy hoe
She gon' come back when the money come
I'ma get racks like I'm on to some
Get off my dick, I don't owe you nothin
I'ma beat the boy, ass like he stole some
If you run up on me, leave your nose runnin
You a rat, everybody know you told somethin
Don't talk about shit, I don't know nothin
I ain't tryna get your head bumped
Don't f*ckin' get your head tapped
No rap, in this bitch right
Guap
Yeah
No fifty-fifty, I need all percentage
I'm not just a rapper, I ain't puttin' on no image
I got the bows on the floor, gotta pay to come near it
Make some shake, gotta show me you serious
I shoot a flick like a Netflix series
Yeah, yeah, yeah
I shoot a flick like a tubi
Got paid as a bitch, now the cougar wanna screw me
My niggas rollin' like tootsie
Havin' that sack, might put racks on his noggin' like Boosie
Bitch know I'm the one this hoe beggin' to chew me
When I go on tour, gon' be f*ckin' my groupies
I took a perc fore I f*cked had to energize up
Hoe like how I'm smashin' that coochie
I want AMG on some 24 Rucci's
Izzy my dawg, we like Shaggy and Scooby
F*ckin' thick hoes from the back on her ass what I smack
Eal freak want my thumb in the booty
I want some mop, I ain't trying see no boobies
I don't want no good bitch, I'm in love with the hoochies
Man, my stick came with a kit, got so many attachments
Look like it came off Call of Duty
Dope boy Nikes on matching the white tee
I don't want your hoe she a groupie
Smokin' on dope in here, smell like I pooted
Ain't lackin' everywhere I go, keep me a toolie
I grew up with shooters, don't have to recruit
I bless the bitch like achew
Feel like I'm Weezy, you hop in this whip I ain't got no roof
Nah
I ain't got no ceilings
Nah
She think I'm a villain
Nah
Baby can't save ya
Hop out the backseat with A.R bih hit like its Krillin
Off addies and percs that shit blurrin' my vision
Get rich or die tryin', been made my decision
You tryna bump heads, bitch, I'm clearin' the tension
Paid as a bitch, thought I forgot to mention
I ain't had no son yet, but I'm buildin' his pension
Get smacked in day light that's a modern-day lynching
Niggas ain't havin' pape on they pennies, they pinching
Way I'm working this stick, woulda thought I went fencin
Can't wait till I black out a Bentley
I'm doggin' this bitch, f*ck her rough what is gently
Got racks in my pocket, she used shit used to be linty
No steak for the bitch, might take out at Denny's
Let's go
Yeah, hit the bitch too many times, had to let her go
I spent the night in the trap, just a stretch bow
I'm pumpin' gas through the streets like a Texaco
Had to cut that lil' bitch off, she a messy hoe
She gon' come back when the money come
I'ma get racks like I'm on to some
Get off my dick, I don't owe you nothin
I'ma beat the boy, ass like he stole some
If you run up on me, leave your nose runnin
You a rat, everybody know you told somethin
Don't talk about shit, I don't know nothin
I ain't tryna get your head bumped
Don't f*ckin' get your head tapped
No rap, in this bitch right
Guap
Yeah
No fifty-fifty, I need all percentage
I'm not just a rapper, I ain't puttin' on no image
I got the bows on the floor, gotta pay to come near it
Make some shake, gotta show me you serious
I shoot a flick like a Netflix series
Yeah, yeah, yeah
I shoot a flick like a tubi
Got paid as a bitch, now the cougar wanna screw me
My niggas rollin' like tootsie
Havin' that sack, might put racks on his noggin' like Boosie
Bitch know I'm the one this hoe beggin' to chew me
When I go on tour, gon' be f*ckin' my groupies
I took a perc fore I f*cked had to energize up
Hoe like how I'm smashin' that coochie
I want AMG on some 24 Rucci's
Izzy my dawg, we like Shaggy and Scooby
F*ckin' thick hoes from the back on her ass what I smack
Eal freak want my thumb in the booty
I want some mop, I ain't trying see no boobies
I don't want no good bitch, I'm in love with the hoochies
Man, my stick came with a kit, got so many attachments
Look like it came off Call of Duty
Writer: Jaylon Hogan, Marcus Hoskins
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid