Spent 10k on my jacket (Spent) Give a fuck lil’ bitch, I’m swaggin’ Give a fuck lil’ bitch, I’m braggin’ Give a fuck ’bout the bitch, I’m swaggin’ Give a fuck ’bout the bitch, I’m braggin’, yeah These niggas don’t want no static These niggas don’t want no action, I swear these niggas don’t want no smoke That lil’ bitch she a bop, that lil’ bitch she a hoe
She just gave me some top, then she fucked on my bro Yeah she fucked the whole gang, she don’t give a fuck though I ain’t judgin’ her ways, but lil’ shawty a hoe Woah, woah, woah, woah Lil’ shawty ain’t changing her ways for nobody Ain’t talking ’bout murder, she catching them bodies I call that bitch up, she pull up and ride it And after we fuck make her roll my exotic I can’t do nun’ for her ’cause I’m off these narcotics Got X, got pills, got DMT I’m leanin’, I’m off of that codeine
Say you love me, baby gotta show me I’m in love with my drugs, it’s my protein Yeah I can’t do shit without it Told that boy, “Shut the fuck up and just drive” Ain’t no slowin’ down when Opium slide (Skrrt) I just fuck on that lil’ bitch ’til I’m tired Then I hit the studio and rap about it This shit for real these niggas cappin’ bout it If I go broke, I’m back trappin’ exotic Pour up a four, pour a eight ’cause I got it One liter, two liter, I can’t decide it Yeah, you know a young nigga higher than the pilot Fuck a mosh pit, I’ma make this hoe riot (Yeah)
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[Destroy Lonely:] Yeah, I put that fresh shit all on my body I’m with this thot bitch, feelin’ her body I got her geeked up all on molly Yeah, me and my devil hoe just went shopping, damn We keep goin’ up, can’t stop it Pourin’ up, geeked up all in the lobby
Real lil’ vamp’, give that hoe a Rick coffin Woah, I face me a blunt, and don’t do no coughin’ Woah, I spend a young nigga whole check real often Oh, and we put real diamonds all on our crosses Oh, I just put a double V all on my broad Woah, nigga can’t even catch up, nigga real real tired Woah, four-five, real-real bloody, yeah, real rock-star Yeah, my shooter he play with a stick, don’t know ’bout guitars Yo’ bitch, she gon’ play with my dick until it get hard, yeah
[Ken Car$on:] Woah, woah, woah It was just me and yo’ bitch, and ain’t nobody know Ain’t talkin’ bout O block, I took her to the O She fuckin’ with me ’cause I ball like a pro You smoke CBD and you sip on Karo Woah You act like that nigga but yo’ gang sent you to the store Woah, I’m worth like six figures but shit, I wanna work some more Woah, my bitch nose all white, she been snortin’ that coke Woah, these niggas don’t wanna fight, these niggas don’t want no smoke, no
You don’t want no smoke, boy You don’t want no- You don’t want no smoke boy You don’t want no- You don’t want no smoke boy You don’t want no- You don’t want no- You don’t want no- You don’t want no smoke boy You want smoke boy You don’t want no smoke You don’t want no smoke boy You want smoke boy You don’t want no smoke You don’t want no smoke You don’t want no smoke
I upper echelon my bitch, that’s why yo’ ho on go My bitch flex harder than a nigga on both legs, and still rolls These niggas be broke boy, you ain’t got no check, need to sell your soul Can’t call me back about them four bricks, bitch they already solt Yeah, they already sold My diamonds, they sit on white gold Tinted chains look like a light show And these niggas be screaming they real, but I know that these niggas gon’ fold And my bitch stay down, she been trill, that why she got Chanel on her toes I had choices, I come for the mil’ Got some racks, I still put that shit on Got some racks, I still put that shit on
