My niggas putting in that work, She put that pussy in reverse
I got my diamonds out that dirt, I risk it all for what its worth
Man f*ck it hit em where it hurt, Might take your girl cus ima flirt
I said my niggas put that work in, I keep it on me cus they lurkin
Aw yea
I need commas, I need racks
Gucci Louis Fendi bag
Heard that nigga talkin smack
Tell that pussy Roger that
Gun smoke, let it clap
From the bottom of the map
Got that blicky on my lap
Boy please don't let me snap
All this fake shit, I hate shit, I swear that I can't rate shit
They talkin all this boss talk but they really can't say shit
Claiming I'm your brother but we aint got relation
Cus you ain't hold me down in them sticky situations
Thats why I switched the flow up, I don't think they understand me
I dick her off that liquor had to make her eat a Plan B
I love my black queen but my asian ting a baddie
My white girl love me too but she can't take me home to daddy
My niggas putting in that work, She put that pussy in reverse
I got my diamonds out that dirt, I risk it all for what its worth
Man f*ck it hit em where it hurt, Might take your girl cus ima flirt
I said my niggas put that work in, I keep it on me cus they lurkin
Aw yea
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My niggas putting in that work, She put that pussy in reverse
I got my diamonds out that dirt, I risk it all for what its worth
Man f*ck it hit em where it hurt, Might take your girl cus ima flirt
I said my niggas put that work in, I keep it on me cus they lurkin
Aw yea
I need commas, I need racks
Gucci Louis Fendi bag
Heard that nigga talkin smack
Tell that pussy Roger that
Gun smoke, let it clap
From the bottom of the map
Got that blicky on my lap
Boy please don't let me snap
All this fake shit, I hate shit, I swear that I can't rate shit
They talkin all this boss talk but they really can't say shit
Claiming I'm your brother but we aint got relation
Cus you ain't hold me down in them sticky situations
Thats why I switched the flow up, I don't think they understand me
I dick her off that liquor had to make her eat a Plan B
I love my black queen but my asian ting a baddie
My white girl love me too but she can't take me home to daddy
My niggas putting in that work, She put that pussy in reverse
I got my diamonds out that dirt, I risk it all for what its worth
Man f*ck it hit em where it hurt, Might take your girl cus ima flirt
I said my niggas put that work in, I keep it on me cus they lurkin
Aw yea
I got my diamonds out that dirt, I risk it all for what its worth
Man f*ck it hit em where it hurt, Might take your girl cus ima flirt
I said my niggas put that work in, I keep it on me cus they lurkin
Aw yea
I need commas, I need racks
Gucci Louis Fendi bag
Heard that nigga talkin smack
Tell that pussy Roger that
Gun smoke, let it clap
From the bottom of the map
Got that blicky on my lap
Boy please don't let me snap
All this fake shit, I hate shit, I swear that I can't rate shit
They talkin all this boss talk but they really can't say shit
Claiming I'm your brother but we aint got relation
Cus you ain't hold me down in them sticky situations
Thats why I switched the flow up, I don't think they understand me
I dick her off that liquor had to make her eat a Plan B
I love my black queen but my asian ting a baddie
My white girl love me too but she can't take me home to daddy
My niggas putting in that work, She put that pussy in reverse
I got my diamonds out that dirt, I risk it all for what its worth
Man f*ck it hit em where it hurt, Might take your girl cus ima flirt
I said my niggas put that work in, I keep it on me cus they lurkin
Aw yea
Writer: Christian Beach
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