Pull that bitch out her skirt and Put that bitch up for work ah, hey, we got the splash
In here, BMBG, f*ck you mean Nigga, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah
Nigga, play with the lavish,
Make him another casualty
Tap a button on this bitch
Yeah it'd be a catastrophe
Bitch, f*cking with a nigga Without paying that's blasphemy, Nigga said he gon' do what when he see me
I laughed at him
Bitch, tryna to f*ck if she paying
I don't need it
Get the drop on his low and then I Spank him with the heater
She chose up on the lavish
I stack Cho and mistreat her, I Been at Players since youngin
I was f*cking on my teacher Nigga, you ain't like that you just A block cheerleader
Tap buttons on this bitch, bullets Chase him like a cheetah
She put the bag in my hand, I don't never gotta beat her
Boy you mister hit the bitch like Ike did Tina clown ass boy
He was talking out his neck
Look now his head gone
308s blackout it's like I'm playing Warzone
223s is flipping whips the 4-5 Will send him home
In high school I had 3-8 a pocket Rocket it was chrome
Why he keep on trying to test me Like I ain't got my cheat code
Said I'll slap the f*ck out a nigga with his gleeko
He was speaking down on Tone And brother put him in the flo
Had to do my tip-toe, I'm trying To hit this nigga fro
Brother stepping on these niggas Like he got some extra feet
Dropping heat like D-Wade, Bitch, I'm going for the three
I'ma natural born stepper, watch me put him on the T
Bitch, your nigga is a bum, he Cannot compete with me
Bitch, its Big Sm4ckz
Better known as your majesty got The bag and some neck,
Why you think this bitch mad at me,
She ain't tryna cop or blow dick Bitch what you asking me
Shell catcher-on the ARP, bullets come rapidly
This ain't Tom & Jerry but we Chasing niggas down the street
Nigga, we are not in competition, you cannot compete
I told my mama I finna buy her land like Monopoly
This bitch, see, I got a hundred Songs she wanna swallow me
I call that bitch turkey neck the way she gobble me
Niggas on the gram trollin
Nigga, that shit don't bother me
Im feeling like I'm Plies nigga who hotter than me
And I seen your man's Paperwork, so we dropping him
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Pull that bitch out her skirt and Put that bitch up for work ah, hey, we got the splash
In here, BMBG, f*ck you mean Nigga, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah
Nigga, play with the lavish,
Make him another casualty
Tap a button on this bitch
Yeah it'd be a catastrophe
Bitch, f*cking with a nigga Without paying that's blasphemy, Nigga said he gon' do what when he see me
I laughed at him
Bitch, tryna to f*ck if she paying
I don't need it
Get the drop on his low and then I Spank him with the heater
She chose up on the lavish
I stack Cho and mistreat her, I Been at Players since youngin
I was f*cking on my teacher Nigga, you ain't like that you just A block cheerleader
Tap buttons on this bitch, bullets Chase him like a cheetah
She put the bag in my hand, I don't never gotta beat her
Boy you mister hit the bitch like Ike did Tina clown ass boy
He was talking out his neck
Look now his head gone
308s blackout it's like I'm playing Warzone
223s is flipping whips the 4-5 Will send him home
In high school I had 3-8 a pocket Rocket it was chrome
Why he keep on trying to test me Like I ain't got my cheat code
Said I'll slap the f*ck out a nigga with his gleeko
He was speaking down on Tone And brother put him in the flo
Had to do my tip-toe, I'm trying To hit this nigga fro
Brother stepping on these niggas Like he got some extra feet
Dropping heat like D-Wade, Bitch, I'm going for the three
I'ma natural born stepper, watch me put him on the T
Bitch, your nigga is a bum, he Cannot compete with me
Bitch, its Big Sm4ckz
Better known as your majesty got The bag and some neck,
Why you think this bitch mad at me,
She ain't tryna cop or blow dick Bitch what you asking me
Shell catcher-on the ARP, bullets come rapidly
This ain't Tom & Jerry but we Chasing niggas down the street
Nigga, we are not in competition, you cannot compete
I told my mama I finna buy her land like Monopoly
This bitch, see, I got a hundred Songs she wanna swallow me
I call that bitch turkey neck the way she gobble me
Niggas on the gram trollin
Nigga, that shit don't bother me
Im feeling like I'm Plies nigga who hotter than me
And I seen your man's Paperwork, so we dropping him
In here, BMBG, f*ck you mean Nigga, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah
Nigga, play with the lavish,
Make him another casualty
Tap a button on this bitch
Yeah it'd be a catastrophe
Bitch, f*cking with a nigga Without paying that's blasphemy, Nigga said he gon' do what when he see me
I laughed at him
Bitch, tryna to f*ck if she paying
I don't need it
Get the drop on his low and then I Spank him with the heater
She chose up on the lavish
I stack Cho and mistreat her, I Been at Players since youngin
I was f*cking on my teacher Nigga, you ain't like that you just A block cheerleader
Tap buttons on this bitch, bullets Chase him like a cheetah
She put the bag in my hand, I don't never gotta beat her
Boy you mister hit the bitch like Ike did Tina clown ass boy
He was talking out his neck
Look now his head gone
308s blackout it's like I'm playing Warzone
223s is flipping whips the 4-5 Will send him home
In high school I had 3-8 a pocket Rocket it was chrome
Why he keep on trying to test me Like I ain't got my cheat code
Said I'll slap the f*ck out a nigga with his gleeko
He was speaking down on Tone And brother put him in the flo
Had to do my tip-toe, I'm trying To hit this nigga fro
Brother stepping on these niggas Like he got some extra feet
Dropping heat like D-Wade, Bitch, I'm going for the three
I'ma natural born stepper, watch me put him on the T
Bitch, your nigga is a bum, he Cannot compete with me
Bitch, its Big Sm4ckz
Better known as your majesty got The bag and some neck,
Why you think this bitch mad at me,
She ain't tryna cop or blow dick Bitch what you asking me
Shell catcher-on the ARP, bullets come rapidly
This ain't Tom & Jerry but we Chasing niggas down the street
Nigga, we are not in competition, you cannot compete
I told my mama I finna buy her land like Monopoly
This bitch, see, I got a hundred Songs she wanna swallow me
I call that bitch turkey neck the way she gobble me
Niggas on the gram trollin
Nigga, that shit don't bother me
Im feeling like I'm Plies nigga who hotter than me
And I seen your man's Paperwork, so we dropping him
Writer: Shaun Roberson
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