Damn, f*ck, like what the f*ck
Gang, gang, gang
Don't be too hard, god damn, I'm like shit f*ck
Heard they was beggin' C.J.I.s just to get up
Cause you might send our bitch my way cause she gon' get bucked
Bitch when you get dick, hell yeah, you gon' get bent up
Boy you never bent us
The ho say I got big thrust
Little ass niggas shut your mouth
Before I blow you down
Can't pay in place from all the time
Them Psyche boys will run you down
How ironic, he was missin' Thursday and he still ain't f*cked
F*ck, f*ck, that shit crazy
She wanna have my baby
Gang, you f*ckin' your old lady
Then just hit this bitch named Daisy
Might just hit a f*ckin' scam cause I'm gettin' too damn lazy
I can't cheat on my bitch, she too toxic and she crazy
Bitches ridin' on their brothers and I'm talkin' bout lil' Sadie
My brother really turnt as a f*ck
He got her goin' crazy
F*ck him, man he a lick, I'll put my bitch on him
Hey Mike Tyson, if you f*ckin' touch me, I'll have that blick on you
Youngie, don't put your f*ckin' hands on me
I can't do the lil' honcho, I can't have no dead honey
How you say you on that tip, bitch, you just f*ckin' ran from me
Melancholy, really a hoe, in his hole, Camp Kermit
For real though, he got his best friend f*ckin' on his opp
I cannot cuff no damn bitches, bro, he popped her twice
Y'all really out here cuffin' runner hoes, man, y'all need to stop
Think he finna leave without my money? Boy, you gettin' boxed
Send your f*ckin' best guard my way, watch that boy get locked
Let a nigga speak, don't catch their neck, just watch him get shocked
Funny, this ain't Chris Rock, yours ugly but my bitch not
Just hit a lil' freak, bitch, and my Gucci flip flopped
Baby, just count my racks, I throw bows, you finna break them down
Put my pics on that f*ckin' boy, I bet they hunt him down
Try to play me like a broke boy, I'm up a hundred now
Goofy boy, that's how that switchy sound
That's the Stephon sound
I got hella real, nigga
Mob said, shot me 20 wires, now you know what the f*ck going on
Punch me back in
In this bitch sippin' on that Trishy-ish
Bitch givin' weird vibes, something like Icky Vicky
I ain't comin' in the function if I can't bring my bling
Man, my bitch fine as f*ck, but her eyes really pink
Breakin' trees on a scale, it's a real stage
Baby girl, eat it up
Come eat this dick and get ready for this shit
This shit get risky, put your ass away on the net
You meet the switchy, switch it, turn in the party
Got bitches showin' turns, turn off the Casamigos
Finna get lucky, go anywhere I f*ckin' won't
Cause it's my f*ckin' city, back in 2019
Twin was clutchin' on the Smitty, got fire heads in my city
Midnight f*ckin' weed, had to f*ck a nigga out of traffic
Leave his ass shitty, at last, nigga, this don't why I see him
I don't know what the f*ck goin' on
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Damn, f*ck, like what the f*ck
Gang, gang, gang
Don't be too hard, god damn, I'm like shit f*ck
Heard they was beggin' C.J.I.s just to get up
Cause you might send our bitch my way cause she gon' get bucked
Bitch when you get dick, hell yeah, you gon' get bent up
Boy you never bent us
The ho say I got big thrust
Little ass niggas shut your mouth
Before I blow you down
Can't pay in place from all the time
Them Psyche boys will run you down
How ironic, he was missin' Thursday and he still ain't f*cked
F*ck, f*ck, that shit crazy
She wanna have my baby
Gang, you f*ckin' your old lady
Then just hit this bitch named Daisy
Might just hit a f*ckin' scam cause I'm gettin' too damn lazy
I can't cheat on my bitch, she too toxic and she crazy
Bitches ridin' on their brothers and I'm talkin' bout lil' Sadie
My brother really turnt as a f*ck
He got her goin' crazy
F*ck him, man he a lick, I'll put my bitch on him
Hey Mike Tyson, if you f*ckin' touch me, I'll have that blick on you
Youngie, don't put your f*ckin' hands on me
I can't do the lil' honcho, I can't have no dead honey
How you say you on that tip, bitch, you just f*ckin' ran from me
Melancholy, really a hoe, in his hole, Camp Kermit
For real though, he got his best friend f*ckin' on his opp
I cannot cuff no damn bitches, bro, he popped her twice
Y'all really out here cuffin' runner hoes, man, y'all need to stop
Think he finna leave without my money? Boy, you gettin' boxed
Send your f*ckin' best guard my way, watch that boy get locked
Let a nigga speak, don't catch their neck, just watch him get shocked
Funny, this ain't Chris Rock, yours ugly but my bitch not
Just hit a lil' freak, bitch, and my Gucci flip flopped
Baby, just count my racks, I throw bows, you finna break them down
Put my pics on that f*ckin' boy, I bet they hunt him down
Try to play me like a broke boy, I'm up a hundred now
Goofy boy, that's how that switchy sound
That's the Stephon sound
I got hella real, nigga
Mob said, shot me 20 wires, now you know what the f*ck going on
Punch me back in
In this bitch sippin' on that Trishy-ish
Bitch givin' weird vibes, something like Icky Vicky
I ain't comin' in the function if I can't bring my bling
Man, my bitch fine as f*ck, but her eyes really pink
Breakin' trees on a scale, it's a real stage
Baby girl, eat it up
Come eat this dick and get ready for this shit
This shit get risky, put your ass away on the net
You meet the switchy, switch it, turn in the party
Got bitches showin' turns, turn off the Casamigos
Finna get lucky, go anywhere I f*ckin' won't
Cause it's my f*ckin' city, back in 2019
Twin was clutchin' on the Smitty, got fire heads in my city
Midnight f*ckin' weed, had to f*ck a nigga out of traffic
Leave his ass shitty, at last, nigga, this don't why I see him
I don't know what the f*ck goin' on
Gang, gang, gang
Don't be too hard, god damn, I'm like shit f*ck
Heard they was beggin' C.J.I.s just to get up
Cause you might send our bitch my way cause she gon' get bucked
Bitch when you get dick, hell yeah, you gon' get bent up
Boy you never bent us
The ho say I got big thrust
Little ass niggas shut your mouth
Before I blow you down
Can't pay in place from all the time
Them Psyche boys will run you down
How ironic, he was missin' Thursday and he still ain't f*cked
F*ck, f*ck, that shit crazy
She wanna have my baby
Gang, you f*ckin' your old lady
Then just hit this bitch named Daisy
Might just hit a f*ckin' scam cause I'm gettin' too damn lazy
I can't cheat on my bitch, she too toxic and she crazy
Bitches ridin' on their brothers and I'm talkin' bout lil' Sadie
My brother really turnt as a f*ck
He got her goin' crazy
F*ck him, man he a lick, I'll put my bitch on him
Hey Mike Tyson, if you f*ckin' touch me, I'll have that blick on you
Youngie, don't put your f*ckin' hands on me
I can't do the lil' honcho, I can't have no dead honey
How you say you on that tip, bitch, you just f*ckin' ran from me
Melancholy, really a hoe, in his hole, Camp Kermit
For real though, he got his best friend f*ckin' on his opp
I cannot cuff no damn bitches, bro, he popped her twice
Y'all really out here cuffin' runner hoes, man, y'all need to stop
Think he finna leave without my money? Boy, you gettin' boxed
Send your f*ckin' best guard my way, watch that boy get locked
Let a nigga speak, don't catch their neck, just watch him get shocked
Funny, this ain't Chris Rock, yours ugly but my bitch not
Just hit a lil' freak, bitch, and my Gucci flip flopped
Baby, just count my racks, I throw bows, you finna break them down
Put my pics on that f*ckin' boy, I bet they hunt him down
Try to play me like a broke boy, I'm up a hundred now
Goofy boy, that's how that switchy sound
That's the Stephon sound
I got hella real, nigga
Mob said, shot me 20 wires, now you know what the f*ck going on
Punch me back in
In this bitch sippin' on that Trishy-ish
Bitch givin' weird vibes, something like Icky Vicky
I ain't comin' in the function if I can't bring my bling
Man, my bitch fine as f*ck, but her eyes really pink
Breakin' trees on a scale, it's a real stage
Baby girl, eat it up
Come eat this dick and get ready for this shit
This shit get risky, put your ass away on the net
You meet the switchy, switch it, turn in the party
Got bitches showin' turns, turn off the Casamigos
Finna get lucky, go anywhere I f*ckin' won't
Cause it's my f*ckin' city, back in 2019
Twin was clutchin' on the Smitty, got fire heads in my city
Midnight f*ckin' weed, had to f*ck a nigga out of traffic
Leave his ass shitty, at last, nigga, this don't why I see him
I don't know what the f*ck goin' on
Writer: Tristin Morris
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