[Intro]

Lil Bitch, haha

[Verse 1: Summrs]

Lil Rino finna chew the beat up

In a BnB with my feet up

Can’t fuck wit y’all niggas, we up

Can’t fuck wit y’all niggas, y’all suck

FN’s in the damn trunk

Wearing all black like I make punk (mhm)

Smoking on gas, that skunk, yeah

Ion give a fuck where you from, yeah

Percs got my ass too numb, yeah

Gimme good brain, she ain't dumb, yeah (Gianni)

I hop in the stu' and go dumb, yeah

She hop on that dick and go fed, yeah

Can’t wife the hoe, that’s fed, yeah

Can’t save the hoe, that’s dead, yeah

I'ma fuck on her friend instead, yeah

Watch when yo ass get pressed, yeah

Bulletproof vest don’t work, nigga

Don’t make this XD twerk, nigga

I been that nigga since birth, nigga

High as fuck smoking on earth, nigga

I’m never gone lack, I’m on alert, nigga

Watch yo bitch, I'ma flirt, nigga

[Verse 2: Autumn!]

Better watch yo bitch, I'ma flirt, nigga

The physicals in, time to work, nigga

XD put you on a shirt, nigga

The lil' Hellcat go skrt, nigga (Skrrt)

We just jugged the feds off the percs, nigga

The XD ride in the holster (It’s Surreal gang, lil bitch)

The bitch gon' knock off ya shoulders (Woah)

These niggas want to be Soulja's (No)

I’m getting bread like I’m supposed to (Yeah)

Just took the lil' hoe to Beni’s, she said she want teriyaki and mimosas (Uh huh)

Can’t let these niggas get to me, oh no, you know Wick gotta keep his composure, oh, no

Niggas still talkin' that shit on the internet, 7.62 decompose him

I know these industry niggas gon hate when they start to see Slay taking over (Okay)

Telegram message from bro in Atlanta, he say the pieces coming over (Brrt)

New Tinder message, she say “Where you at? Baby boy, you know I’m coming over”

Bitch want to know what I do for a living like “How you got so much to spend, baby?”

I just make money not friends, baby (Gianni)

She know I been in that Benz lately (Ha)

All that shit that you talking, it don’t phase me (No)

Me and Kan still count up them blue faces

Lil' bitch, haha

[Verse 3: Goonie]

Yeah, I’m off the perc, just vibin' and shit

She don’t even know my name, she still gon' ride on the dick

Yeah, she like Louis and Prada and shit

You get whatever you want, you just gotta be quiet lil' bitch

Caught a plane to New York, I’m in Barney’s with Wick

[Verse 4: KanKan]

Brand new Number (N)ine, okay, nigga just mixed it wit Rick, yeah

All this damn LV on me, nigga could've paid yo rent (Uh huh)

Whole damn Slay in the SRT and it’s fast then a bitch

We be off the damn percs, nigga, okay, yeah he off the fent'

All the damn racks coming in, can’t tell you how much I done spent

On the damn dark web, nigga, okay, cop them pieces with Wick

Physicals all in the back of the goddamn AMG Benz

Yeah

Uh huh

I’m getting bread like I’m supposed to

XD-45 in the holster

Put some racks on his head and it’s over

Bitch said she wanna come over

We in 'em 'Rari’s and Rovers

You ain’t gang, nigga, we don’t know ya

Kicking shit with Wick in the 'Noya

Mix the Prada with the goddamn Gosha

XD turn ya ass to a ghost

Off the perc', damn near float

Racks coming in, need more

Shoot his ass through the peephole

In a P1, that bitch go, yeah!

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