I'm up in a booth, I'm up with ecstasy I'm going to the top, look at my legacy
If me and your bitch, she up right next to me I'm sippin on wock, I'm sippin on Hennessy
Double R, look at my car, look at the whip percocets I'm going bizarre
Next up, I'm a star He tried to run, he ain't far
Cause the gang call him lacking This paper, I'm stacking
75th, I'm fashion I do this shit with a passion
They doubted me, but now they scouted me I can't count on you, but you can count on me
The racks is on me, them blues is on me Yeah, they on me
Yeah, just like your motherf*cking bitch Just like this motherf*cking switch
Pull up on your bro, yeah, leave him in the ditch He not coming home, yeah, rest in peace to Mitch
That boy not coming home, had a chop to his dome
Nigga, you ain't shit, nigga, you ain't no Bitch, look at my shirt, yeah, that shit says chrome
This bitch bother me, get off my phone
It's me and e we in the booth It's me and B, we smoking our move
We smoke that shit, we hot on the roof That nigga's a bitch, that nigga's a goof
My bitch said I'm cheating, I asked her for proof
You flex your chain, that shit gon' poof Talking shit, but you not bulletproof
You not bulletproof, nigga
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I'm up in a booth, I'm up with ecstasy I'm going to the top, look at my legacy
If me and your bitch, she up right next to me I'm sippin on wock, I'm sippin on Hennessy
Double R, look at my car, look at the whip percocets I'm going bizarre
Next up, I'm a star He tried to run, he ain't far
Cause the gang call him lacking This paper, I'm stacking
75th, I'm fashion I do this shit with a passion
They doubted me, but now they scouted me I can't count on you, but you can count on me
The racks is on me, them blues is on me Yeah, they on me
Yeah, just like your motherf*cking bitch Just like this motherf*cking switch
Pull up on your bro, yeah, leave him in the ditch He not coming home, yeah, rest in peace to Mitch
That boy not coming home, had a chop to his dome
Nigga, you ain't shit, nigga, you ain't no Bitch, look at my shirt, yeah, that shit says chrome
This bitch bother me, get off my phone
It's me and e we in the booth It's me and B, we smoking our move
We smoke that shit, we hot on the roof That nigga's a bitch, that nigga's a goof
My bitch said I'm cheating, I asked her for proof
You flex your chain, that shit gon' poof Talking shit, but you not bulletproof
You not bulletproof, nigga
If me and your bitch, she up right next to me I'm sippin on wock, I'm sippin on Hennessy
Double R, look at my car, look at the whip percocets I'm going bizarre
Next up, I'm a star He tried to run, he ain't far
Cause the gang call him lacking This paper, I'm stacking
75th, I'm fashion I do this shit with a passion
They doubted me, but now they scouted me I can't count on you, but you can count on me
The racks is on me, them blues is on me Yeah, they on me
Yeah, just like your motherf*cking bitch Just like this motherf*cking switch
Pull up on your bro, yeah, leave him in the ditch He not coming home, yeah, rest in peace to Mitch
That boy not coming home, had a chop to his dome
Nigga, you ain't shit, nigga, you ain't no Bitch, look at my shirt, yeah, that shit says chrome
This bitch bother me, get off my phone
It's me and e we in the booth It's me and B, we smoking our move
We smoke that shit, we hot on the roof That nigga's a bitch, that nigga's a goof
My bitch said I'm cheating, I asked her for proof
You flex your chain, that shit gon' poof Talking shit, but you not bulletproof
You not bulletproof, nigga
Writer: brody kins
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