Lil shorty
I'm classy
Lil shorty I'm fancy
Blue hunnids I max it
Skirt on em' in the fast lane
Don't crash it
You a bad bitch
Make a nigga wanna smash it
First I gotta get the bag bitch
Gotta run up my bag
I run up my bag
I run up my bag shit
Run up my bag shit
Run up my bag shit
Run up my bag shit
Gotta run up my
Gimme the Robert Dinero
She like my puppet geppetto
I was down riding a metro
Grind up the herb w the fronto
She told me nigga just let go
Pull up on me in the benzo
As long as you not in my mental
Send the location on pronto
We did all we could gotta stay clear
I just hope my diamonds stay clear
Just left Del Amo to head north
Swervin' through lanes like a Nascar
Said she gon give my life meaning
But she dont even know the meaning
I just keep listenin' headstrong
They keep on playing the same song
She said that she was into me
Said that she was into me
But she dont even know bout me
She dont even know bout me
Said that she was into me
Said that she was into me
But she dont even know bout me
She dont even know bout me
I hop on the I-5 speeding
Baby this weed got me leanin'
A whole nother level I'm reaching
The commas keep goin' inna sequence
I was on the I-5 dreamin'
I'on really talk my reason
Baby imma king do you see yet
I aint even got my fame yet
Lil shorty
I'm classy
Lil shorty I'm fancy
Blue hunnids I max it
Skirt on em' in the fast lane
Don't crash it
You a bad bitch
Make a nigga wanna smash it
First I gotta get the bag bitch
Gotta run up my bag
I run up my bag
I run up my bag shit
Run up my bag shit
Run up my bag shit
Run up my bag shit
Gotta run up my
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Lil shorty
I'm classy
Lil shorty I'm fancy
Blue hunnids I max it
Skirt on em' in the fast lane
Don't crash it
You a bad bitch
Make a nigga wanna smash it
First I gotta get the bag bitch
Gotta run up my bag
I run up my bag
I run up my bag shit
Run up my bag shit
Run up my bag shit
Run up my bag shit
Gotta run up my
Gimme the Robert Dinero
She like my puppet geppetto
I was down riding a metro
Grind up the herb w the fronto
She told me nigga just let go
Pull up on me in the benzo
As long as you not in my mental
Send the location on pronto
We did all we could gotta stay clear
I just hope my diamonds stay clear
Just left Del Amo to head north
Swervin' through lanes like a Nascar
Said she gon give my life meaning
But she dont even know the meaning
I just keep listenin' headstrong
They keep on playing the same song
She said that she was into me
Said that she was into me
But she dont even know bout me
She dont even know bout me
Said that she was into me
Said that she was into me
But she dont even know bout me
She dont even know bout me
I hop on the I-5 speeding
Baby this weed got me leanin'
A whole nother level I'm reaching
The commas keep goin' inna sequence
I was on the I-5 dreamin'
I'on really talk my reason
Baby imma king do you see yet
I aint even got my fame yet
Lil shorty
I'm classy
Lil shorty I'm fancy
Blue hunnids I max it
Skirt on em' in the fast lane
Don't crash it
You a bad bitch
Make a nigga wanna smash it
First I gotta get the bag bitch
Gotta run up my bag
I run up my bag
I run up my bag shit
Run up my bag shit
Run up my bag shit
Run up my bag shit
Gotta run up my
I'm classy
Lil shorty I'm fancy
Blue hunnids I max it
Skirt on em' in the fast lane
Don't crash it
You a bad bitch
Make a nigga wanna smash it
First I gotta get the bag bitch
Gotta run up my bag
I run up my bag
I run up my bag shit
Run up my bag shit
Run up my bag shit
Run up my bag shit
Gotta run up my
Gimme the Robert Dinero
She like my puppet geppetto
I was down riding a metro
Grind up the herb w the fronto
She told me nigga just let go
Pull up on me in the benzo
As long as you not in my mental
Send the location on pronto
We did all we could gotta stay clear
I just hope my diamonds stay clear
Just left Del Amo to head north
Swervin' through lanes like a Nascar
Said she gon give my life meaning
But she dont even know the meaning
I just keep listenin' headstrong
They keep on playing the same song
She said that she was into me
Said that she was into me
But she dont even know bout me
She dont even know bout me
Said that she was into me
Said that she was into me
But she dont even know bout me
She dont even know bout me
I hop on the I-5 speeding
Baby this weed got me leanin'
A whole nother level I'm reaching
The commas keep goin' inna sequence
I was on the I-5 dreamin'
I'on really talk my reason
Baby imma king do you see yet
I aint even got my fame yet
Lil shorty
I'm classy
Lil shorty I'm fancy
Blue hunnids I max it
Skirt on em' in the fast lane
Don't crash it
You a bad bitch
Make a nigga wanna smash it
First I gotta get the bag bitch
Gotta run up my bag
I run up my bag
I run up my bag shit
Run up my bag shit
Run up my bag shit
Run up my bag shit
Gotta run up my
Writer: Christian Burnette
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