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1] Pull up on your bitch, like skudda Told the bitch, is you hop in or what? I know you wanna this bud I know you wanna roll with a Fuck nigga mean mug his ass and his foot, then his mug So the fuck nigga can't walk or talk And I only smoke lime green, not the rainbow And my can't fold Sosa, I'm saint hoe But in God I trust, and frauds I fuck with, aye But my got them rainbows, bitch Lil bitch, I got P's for the low Lil bitch, I got to the door I then got already, I don't give a fuck The pulled me over, I'm shooting shit up Bitch, I got verses for the You ain't got that verse money, fuck nigga bye My bi, I'm straight I get that cake, andale
2] Been trapping out house Had junkies knocking all at house they ass pipe down You gon' get me in trouble, I'm 16 now Now I'm as fuck And I got my own to bring a D, sold that shit out my own house Bought a keys, sold that shit out my own house Should see how I'm now Riding in a Rarri, riding real Hop in that mothafucka, skudda skuh, doing that Naw baby, I gon' crash All I do is ride Nascar Niggas take that that far Shooting them guns like up with that ammo With a suitcase full of marijuana
Lil bitch, I got P's for the low Lil bitch, I got to the door I got indicted already, I don't give a fuck The police me over, I'm shooting shit up Bitch, I got verses for the You ain't got that verse money, fuck nigga bye My bitch bi, I'm I get that cake, andale