Arsx. A_v wit that drip. yuh. aye. ayyee
Okay like post up post up post up, I f*cked yo bitch in the rolls bruh
Spttin venom lyrics like a cobra
Diamonds soaked up need a coasta
Told her get off me nobody can stop me
I beat on that pussy like rocky could body whatever is poppin
Im lost in myself and I'm godly yo sensei kakashi lil bitch, uhh
Patek chillen on my wrist, uhh
That be from movin the bricks, clique
Rollin wit 40s on hip, bitch
I'm killin shit make a hit
Whip
Rolls Royce up off the lot
I get that drip from my walk
Shoota pull up wit the glock
I aint just come here to talk
Preme duffel wit Chanel coat got my shit boomin like its metro
Throwin hands throwin elbows got yo bitch beggin told her hell no
Got the bag mof*cka know the money stickin to me like some velcro
Shoota run in let the 40 pop he gon spray a pussy when i tell bro
Like ou yuh i get the bandz, ha
I pop that boy like a xan, ou
She like i just want a chance, ou
Know what I'm sayin
I'm rockin yeezy and vans
I rock the brands
I'm like yo bitch who yo mans
He could get hands
I f*cked that bih she fan
I put that hoe in a trance
V-lone on my t shirt mof*cka i just spent a check, woah
Henny bottle just to flex
Aye
I just ran up wit a tech.m, aye
Wasn't gon shoot I aint really bout it but i pulled up on em with the vest, yuh
Caught em throwin up the set, yuh
Bullets rainin they get wet, gang
Sauce on these mans like a stir-fry
At the top lookin down birds eye
Off the lean speedin made me swerve right
F*cked his bitch got him salty curled fries
Imma get it up
Get the chedda yuh
F*ck the Benzy up
I aint had enough
I aint been in love
I aint been on drugs
I don't give a f*ck
Boutta f*ck it up
Aye
Too much i just spent a check tell lil shawty back up from the bag yuh
Throw a milli in the bank yuh
In my city bitch I'm rank one
They don't even really like me but the cant deny that I'm A one
Ran up on em tell em say some
They surrounded so they cant run
Rolly face drip on my wrist startin conversations with yo bitch
Lemme make a statement I'm the shit
I be losin patience so i dip
I got a Bentley truck Rova truck
Hold it up
All of my diamonds too cold for ya
Rocks like a boulder bruh
We got them heatas gon smolder yuh
Pull on me and get pushed like a stroller bruh
Like ou yuh i get the bandz, ha
I pop that boy like a xan, ou
She like i just want a chance, ou
Know what I'm sayin
I'm rockin yeezy and vans
I rock the brands
I'm like yo bitch who yo mans
He could get hands
I f*cked that bih she fan
I put that hoe in a trance
V-lone on my t shirt mof*cka i just spent a check, woah
Henny bottle just to flex
Aye
I just ran up wit a tech.m, aye
Wasn't gon shoot I aint really bout it
But i pulled up on em with the vest, yuh
Caught em throwin up the set, yuh
Bullets rainin they get wet, gang
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Arsx. A_v wit that drip. yuh. aye. ayyee
Okay like post up post up post up, I f*cked yo bitch in the rolls bruh
Spttin venom lyrics like a cobra
Diamonds soaked up need a coasta
Told her get off me nobody can stop me
I beat on that pussy like rocky could body whatever is poppin
Im lost in myself and I'm godly yo sensei kakashi lil bitch, uhh
Patek chillen on my wrist, uhh
That be from movin the bricks, clique
Rollin wit 40s on hip, bitch
I'm killin shit make a hit
Whip
Rolls Royce up off the lot
I get that drip from my walk
Shoota pull up wit the glock
I aint just come here to talk
Preme duffel wit Chanel coat got my shit boomin like its metro
Throwin hands throwin elbows got yo bitch beggin told her hell no
Got the bag mof*cka know the money stickin to me like some velcro
Shoota run in let the 40 pop he gon spray a pussy when i tell bro
Like ou yuh i get the bandz, ha
I pop that boy like a xan, ou
She like i just want a chance, ou
Know what I'm sayin
I'm rockin yeezy and vans
I rock the brands
I'm like yo bitch who yo mans
He could get hands
I f*cked that bih she fan
I put that hoe in a trance
V-lone on my t shirt mof*cka i just spent a check, woah
Henny bottle just to flex
Aye
I just ran up wit a tech.m, aye
Wasn't gon shoot I aint really bout it but i pulled up on em with the vest, yuh
Caught em throwin up the set, yuh
Bullets rainin they get wet, gang
Sauce on these mans like a stir-fry
At the top lookin down birds eye
Off the lean speedin made me swerve right
F*cked his bitch got him salty curled fries
Imma get it up
Get the chedda yuh
F*ck the Benzy up
I aint had enough
I aint been in love
I aint been on drugs
I don't give a f*ck
Boutta f*ck it up
Aye
Too much i just spent a check tell lil shawty back up from the bag yuh
Throw a milli in the bank yuh
In my city bitch I'm rank one
They don't even really like me but the cant deny that I'm A one
Ran up on em tell em say some
They surrounded so they cant run
Rolly face drip on my wrist startin conversations with yo bitch
Lemme make a statement I'm the shit
I be losin patience so i dip
I got a Bentley truck Rova truck
Hold it up
All of my diamonds too cold for ya
Rocks like a boulder bruh
We got them heatas gon smolder yuh
Pull on me and get pushed like a stroller bruh
Like ou yuh i get the bandz, ha
I pop that boy like a xan, ou
She like i just want a chance, ou
Know what I'm sayin
I'm rockin yeezy and vans
I rock the brands
I'm like yo bitch who yo mans
He could get hands
I f*cked that bih she fan
I put that hoe in a trance
V-lone on my t shirt mof*cka i just spent a check, woah
Henny bottle just to flex
Aye
I just ran up wit a tech.m, aye
Wasn't gon shoot I aint really bout it
But i pulled up on em with the vest, yuh
Caught em throwin up the set, yuh
Bullets rainin they get wet, gang
Okay like post up post up post up, I f*cked yo bitch in the rolls bruh
Spttin venom lyrics like a cobra
Diamonds soaked up need a coasta
Told her get off me nobody can stop me
I beat on that pussy like rocky could body whatever is poppin
Im lost in myself and I'm godly yo sensei kakashi lil bitch, uhh
Patek chillen on my wrist, uhh
That be from movin the bricks, clique
Rollin wit 40s on hip, bitch
I'm killin shit make a hit
Whip
Rolls Royce up off the lot
I get that drip from my walk
Shoota pull up wit the glock
I aint just come here to talk
Preme duffel wit Chanel coat got my shit boomin like its metro
Throwin hands throwin elbows got yo bitch beggin told her hell no
Got the bag mof*cka know the money stickin to me like some velcro
Shoota run in let the 40 pop he gon spray a pussy when i tell bro
Like ou yuh i get the bandz, ha
I pop that boy like a xan, ou
She like i just want a chance, ou
Know what I'm sayin
I'm rockin yeezy and vans
I rock the brands
I'm like yo bitch who yo mans
He could get hands
I f*cked that bih she fan
I put that hoe in a trance
V-lone on my t shirt mof*cka i just spent a check, woah
Henny bottle just to flex
Aye
I just ran up wit a tech.m, aye
Wasn't gon shoot I aint really bout it but i pulled up on em with the vest, yuh
Caught em throwin up the set, yuh
Bullets rainin they get wet, gang
Sauce on these mans like a stir-fry
At the top lookin down birds eye
Off the lean speedin made me swerve right
F*cked his bitch got him salty curled fries
Imma get it up
Get the chedda yuh
F*ck the Benzy up
I aint had enough
I aint been in love
I aint been on drugs
I don't give a f*ck
Boutta f*ck it up
Aye
Too much i just spent a check tell lil shawty back up from the bag yuh
Throw a milli in the bank yuh
In my city bitch I'm rank one
They don't even really like me but the cant deny that I'm A one
Ran up on em tell em say some
They surrounded so they cant run
Rolly face drip on my wrist startin conversations with yo bitch
Lemme make a statement I'm the shit
I be losin patience so i dip
I got a Bentley truck Rova truck
Hold it up
All of my diamonds too cold for ya
Rocks like a boulder bruh
We got them heatas gon smolder yuh
Pull on me and get pushed like a stroller bruh
Like ou yuh i get the bandz, ha
I pop that boy like a xan, ou
She like i just want a chance, ou
Know what I'm sayin
I'm rockin yeezy and vans
I rock the brands
I'm like yo bitch who yo mans
He could get hands
I f*cked that bih she fan
I put that hoe in a trance
V-lone on my t shirt mof*cka i just spent a check, woah
Henny bottle just to flex
Aye
I just ran up wit a tech.m, aye
Wasn't gon shoot I aint really bout it
But i pulled up on em with the vest, yuh
Caught em throwin up the set, yuh
Bullets rainin they get wet, gang
Writer: Ethan Gervais
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