I don't even check my phone I'm leaving shit on read
My mamacita Puerto Rican laying naked cross the bed
All my niggas gang gang I twist my fingers when I say it
All my niggas dressed in red how the f*ck yu wanna play it
Leave a pussy nigga dead
A hundred rounds in the drac
Make a nigga sing and I ain't talkin bout a track
A hundred rounds in the drac bring him to his knees leave him laying on his back
I'll put your bitch on her back
I put that bitch on the track
Yeah yeah
She gon go pick up the sack
I bet she bring it right back
Yeah yeah
If I give your bitch a stack
She gon drop a pin from your spot
Yeah yeah
And I'm takin that shit off the top
You lucky I left you your socks
Yeah yeah
I got 200 unopened messages
30 Missed calls yu know I'm not checkin it
Bitch From Columbia raised by dem savages
Text her back fast cuz I know she ain't Havin it
I know she ain't havin it
If I call RARA he gon bring the madness in
Kicking in doors busting melons on cabinets
Unless of course yu come up wit dem packages
Come up wit dem packages
I promise my bloodas will show yu what savage is
I run wit bitches that only chase cabbages
Draco go dummy I don't know what standard is
I don't know what standard is
Clip hold ahunnit yu sure yu can handle it
Hitting all targets n leaving no witnesses
Never get personal when yu on business sis
I don't even check my phone I'm leaving shit on read
My mamacita Puerto Rican laying naked cross the bed
All my niggas gang gang I twist my fingers when I say it
All my niggas dressed in red how the f*ck yu wanna play it
Leave a pussy nigga dead
A hundred rounds in the drac
Make a nigga sing and I ain't talkin bout a track
A hundred rounds in the drac bring him to his knees leave him laying on his back
I promise that I'll wipe ya nose
I never go against da code
Yea yea
I cook like I live in da stove
I feed da whole hood when I'm home
Yea yea
And I'm not gon play bout my throne
You make one false move and yu gone
Yea yea
And den I'll go f*ck on your moms
And we Gon adopt a new son
Yea yea
Hunnit round drum holding 99 bullets
You come at me sideways I promise I'll pull it
Never been dumb no I'm not for that bullshit
Drake gon go dummy I promise he stupid
I promise he stupid
Kiss you on the lips like I named his ass Cupid
They closing that casket your ass gon be toothless
If yu gotta brain den you better go use it
You better go use it
Cuz when we spend bends all the whips gon be roofless
Catch you n ya bitch lackin coming out Ruth Chris
Turn storefronts to stained glass I'll leave your ass clueless
I'll leave your ass clueless
Now yur momma cryin all up in the news clips
Go in the church asking god why he'd do this
Your face on a T-shirt cuz yu misconstrued shit
I don't even check my phone I'm leaving shit on read
My mamacita Puerto Rican laying naked cross the bed
All my niggas gang gang I twist my fingers when I say it
All my niggas dressed in red how the f*ck yu wanna play it
Leave a pussy nigga dead
A hundred rounds in the drac
Make a nigga sing and I ain't talkin bout a track
A hundred rounds in the drac bring him to his knees leave him laying on his back
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I don't even check my phone I'm leaving shit on read
My mamacita Puerto Rican laying naked cross the bed
All my niggas gang gang I twist my fingers when I say it
All my niggas dressed in red how the f*ck yu wanna play it
Leave a pussy nigga dead
A hundred rounds in the drac
Make a nigga sing and I ain't talkin bout a track
A hundred rounds in the drac bring him to his knees leave him laying on his back
I'll put your bitch on her back
I put that bitch on the track
Yeah yeah
She gon go pick up the sack
I bet she bring it right back
Yeah yeah
If I give your bitch a stack
She gon drop a pin from your spot
Yeah yeah
And I'm takin that shit off the top
You lucky I left you your socks
Yeah yeah
I got 200 unopened messages
30 Missed calls yu know I'm not checkin it
Bitch From Columbia raised by dem savages
Text her back fast cuz I know she ain't Havin it
I know she ain't havin it
If I call RARA he gon bring the madness in
Kicking in doors busting melons on cabinets
Unless of course yu come up wit dem packages
Come up wit dem packages
I promise my bloodas will show yu what savage is
I run wit bitches that only chase cabbages
Draco go dummy I don't know what standard is
I don't know what standard is
Clip hold ahunnit yu sure yu can handle it
Hitting all targets n leaving no witnesses
Never get personal when yu on business sis
I don't even check my phone I'm leaving shit on read
My mamacita Puerto Rican laying naked cross the bed
All my niggas gang gang I twist my fingers when I say it
All my niggas dressed in red how the f*ck yu wanna play it
Leave a pussy nigga dead
A hundred rounds in the drac
Make a nigga sing and I ain't talkin bout a track
A hundred rounds in the drac bring him to his knees leave him laying on his back
I promise that I'll wipe ya nose
I never go against da code
Yea yea
I cook like I live in da stove
I feed da whole hood when I'm home
Yea yea
And I'm not gon play bout my throne
You make one false move and yu gone
Yea yea
And den I'll go f*ck on your moms
And we Gon adopt a new son
Yea yea
Hunnit round drum holding 99 bullets
You come at me sideways I promise I'll pull it
Never been dumb no I'm not for that bullshit
Drake gon go dummy I promise he stupid
I promise he stupid
Kiss you on the lips like I named his ass Cupid
They closing that casket your ass gon be toothless
If yu gotta brain den you better go use it
You better go use it
Cuz when we spend bends all the whips gon be roofless
Catch you n ya bitch lackin coming out Ruth Chris
Turn storefronts to stained glass I'll leave your ass clueless
I'll leave your ass clueless
Now yur momma cryin all up in the news clips
Go in the church asking god why he'd do this
Your face on a T-shirt cuz yu misconstrued shit
I don't even check my phone I'm leaving shit on read
My mamacita Puerto Rican laying naked cross the bed
All my niggas gang gang I twist my fingers when I say it
All my niggas dressed in red how the f*ck yu wanna play it
Leave a pussy nigga dead
A hundred rounds in the drac
Make a nigga sing and I ain't talkin bout a track
A hundred rounds in the drac bring him to his knees leave him laying on his back
My mamacita Puerto Rican laying naked cross the bed
All my niggas gang gang I twist my fingers when I say it
All my niggas dressed in red how the f*ck yu wanna play it
Leave a pussy nigga dead
A hundred rounds in the drac
Make a nigga sing and I ain't talkin bout a track
A hundred rounds in the drac bring him to his knees leave him laying on his back
I'll put your bitch on her back
I put that bitch on the track
Yeah yeah
She gon go pick up the sack
I bet she bring it right back
Yeah yeah
If I give your bitch a stack
She gon drop a pin from your spot
Yeah yeah
And I'm takin that shit off the top
You lucky I left you your socks
Yeah yeah
I got 200 unopened messages
30 Missed calls yu know I'm not checkin it
Bitch From Columbia raised by dem savages
Text her back fast cuz I know she ain't Havin it
I know she ain't havin it
If I call RARA he gon bring the madness in
Kicking in doors busting melons on cabinets
Unless of course yu come up wit dem packages
Come up wit dem packages
I promise my bloodas will show yu what savage is
I run wit bitches that only chase cabbages
Draco go dummy I don't know what standard is
I don't know what standard is
Clip hold ahunnit yu sure yu can handle it
Hitting all targets n leaving no witnesses
Never get personal when yu on business sis
I don't even check my phone I'm leaving shit on read
My mamacita Puerto Rican laying naked cross the bed
All my niggas gang gang I twist my fingers when I say it
All my niggas dressed in red how the f*ck yu wanna play it
Leave a pussy nigga dead
A hundred rounds in the drac
Make a nigga sing and I ain't talkin bout a track
A hundred rounds in the drac bring him to his knees leave him laying on his back
I promise that I'll wipe ya nose
I never go against da code
Yea yea
I cook like I live in da stove
I feed da whole hood when I'm home
Yea yea
And I'm not gon play bout my throne
You make one false move and yu gone
Yea yea
And den I'll go f*ck on your moms
And we Gon adopt a new son
Yea yea
Hunnit round drum holding 99 bullets
You come at me sideways I promise I'll pull it
Never been dumb no I'm not for that bullshit
Drake gon go dummy I promise he stupid
I promise he stupid
Kiss you on the lips like I named his ass Cupid
They closing that casket your ass gon be toothless
If yu gotta brain den you better go use it
You better go use it
Cuz when we spend bends all the whips gon be roofless
Catch you n ya bitch lackin coming out Ruth Chris
Turn storefronts to stained glass I'll leave your ass clueless
I'll leave your ass clueless
Now yur momma cryin all up in the news clips
Go in the church asking god why he'd do this
Your face on a T-shirt cuz yu misconstrued shit
I don't even check my phone I'm leaving shit on read
My mamacita Puerto Rican laying naked cross the bed
All my niggas gang gang I twist my fingers when I say it
All my niggas dressed in red how the f*ck yu wanna play it
Leave a pussy nigga dead
A hundred rounds in the drac
Make a nigga sing and I ain't talkin bout a track
A hundred rounds in the drac bring him to his knees leave him laying on his back
Writer: Britne Cooper
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