Syncere - i BeEn HiM Lyrics

Damn, let's get high it's Friday
At the mall, I got that dog shit, bitch, I feel like Craig Daddy
I got hoes from east to west, even got some
In Grand Rapids
Talking make that bag flip, I make that bitch
Do gymnastics
Rolling down 285 and wonder who I'm finna see
I might just take the trip to Smyrna, see why she yo baby mama, that hoe eat good
Dick
EWWWWW
Busted on her face, I took her on a field trip
Brodie got the chop, I told him, hit the kill switch
Get it in and get it gone, you ever hit a
Bitch so bad that she don't gotta go home
Finna ice 4Gz upon my neck, sponsored by Frozone
And I ain't tryna wrestle, glock gon hit em'
With the stone cold, yeah, I'm talkin' Austin
In the stu right now, I'm only surrounded
By bosses Yeah, I been down before, ain't gon' act like
I ain't take no losses But I'll be wrong if I ain't say that I ain't problem solve it
Hit him with the AI, I got the ball and crossed it
His handle weak, he got no left, John stockton
Pocket rocket, oh, she burnt out, call her a hot pocket
Head boppin', can't deny this shit, 4Gz the new topic
Boy, stop it, crop him out the picture, caught this new locket
What you mean when you say I ain't him? Bitch, I'm the man, fresh as f*ck
Put the buffs on, feel like Superman, yeah, I'm cold
Even when I'm broke, I still lend my hand ain't pushing P, bitch, I'm kickin' flavor
Black Jackie Chan, wait till we pop out in track hawk
F*ck up the asphalt, goddamn, ain't know that was yo hoe
Damn, that's my fault, we ball, finna show you niggas
That we not y'all, Rich Paul, she wanna sign to us
She wanna live at large, ooh, bitches know that I ain't shit
But they still love me, on the money, run outside, I got nothin
For me, should I be a lover boy or a pimp like Bun B
Got love for these hoes, but I'm in love with money
Only the riches
4z' bitch
Dumbass, we on this shit all year, nigga
You feel me, get with it or get left pussy
4z to the back side
Dog shit' shit like Craig Daddy, yop