Aye

Ok ok ok ok

Yeah your bitch wanna fuck, holup

Bust all on her gut yeah

What what what what what what what what

Pull out the mother fucking strap

I’m finna tap

That niggas just brain be wack

Who else be tryna get clap

Applause and all that

Like nigga I always got gats

He said he want smoke but he cap

His life is an act

You can tell that he fake when he rap

I put 30-5 on the map

When he do that

I put him to sleep with the Mac

I finessed his bitch while popping molly at the club

He so pussy he can’t even rap bout being thug

Why he salty I fill up his body with some slugs

This nigga simpin spending all that money for a hug

He threatening with a gun but son I got guns too

He wanting some peace but I’m flaming his ass like Sun Tzu

I’m running and gunning that’s something I do cuz fuck you

His bitch is a party thottie doing hella drugs fool

Fuck you

It is too lovely to say just once

He def not book smart and on the streets he a dunce

He got dollars and a strap I got bands and hella drums

He puffin on a joint but I’m smoking these big blunts

He Big simpin spending gs

Yeah this Bitch simpin spending cheese

Big simpin spending gs

Yeah this Bitch simpin spending cheese

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