Play that lil' boy'll get popped like a bubble
We'll send a blitz in this bitch like Russell
Straight out the gutter, this shit off the muscle
I throw the oop told my brodie to buss her
Met her on tinder I ain't come here to cuddle
We just be f*ckin', but we not a couple
Hoes gon' be hoes, that's why I never trust him
My bro caught a body now he turnin' Muslim
Draped in Dior so I'm stayin' with Christian
I cut off Lizzy, cause she couldn't listen
Ice on my wrist, light hit it and glisten
My youngins be wildin' outside, really fishin
Niggas is trippin', they think I ain't with it
He sent a diss, it was shit, I ain't get it
Niggas is dumb, so let me be specific
I'll beef over paper, won't beef over bitches
I hit the strip and go get me some Prada
No I don't play, but I'm still on the roster
Turned to a demon when she off the vodka
Light-skinned bitch, look just like Rihanna
Honestly, never had nobody finer remind her it's mine when I'm hoppin' behind her
Lamborghini dreams, but I'm still in this Honda
I need me some shit, I can shift it and speed
Cuzzo name Carlton, but they call him WOCKA cause that nigga stay with a cup of some lean
You owe me pape need it the ASAP, like Flocka
Cause I stand on business, don't play bout the green
You dig? I'm in Gabbana, yeah, Dolce
Crodie rep blue like he playin' for Coach K
Tap he gon' blow, that's what all of them folks say
He tryna smoke with no money, no way
I give a f*ck what a nigga or a hoe say
Boy, you a clown, you ain't tryna get no pape
Pockets is skinny ain't carryin', no weight
I been on go since Barack won in '08
I been on go, I can't stop till I'm rich
FaceTime the opp, tell him pick up his bitch
New World 4L, ain't no way I can switch
Won't stop till I'm paid in full just like Mitch bitch
Uh, I still ain't finished
Used to be slidin' on bullshit, full clip me and Scottie, we was robbin' like Dennis
I'm so addicted to paper and Za, shit
I think I'm addicted to women
Sent her a text last night, said I love her, I'm buggin
Nigga, I wish I ain't send it, bitches trippin
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Play that lil' boy'll get popped like a bubble
We'll send a blitz in this bitch like Russell
Straight out the gutter, this shit off the muscle
I throw the oop told my brodie to buss her
Met her on tinder I ain't come here to cuddle
We just be f*ckin', but we not a couple
Hoes gon' be hoes, that's why I never trust him
My bro caught a body now he turnin' Muslim
Draped in Dior so I'm stayin' with Christian
I cut off Lizzy, cause she couldn't listen
Ice on my wrist, light hit it and glisten
My youngins be wildin' outside, really fishin
Niggas is trippin', they think I ain't with it
He sent a diss, it was shit, I ain't get it
Niggas is dumb, so let me be specific
I'll beef over paper, won't beef over bitches
I hit the strip and go get me some Prada
No I don't play, but I'm still on the roster
Turned to a demon when she off the vodka
Light-skinned bitch, look just like Rihanna
Honestly, never had nobody finer remind her it's mine when I'm hoppin' behind her
Lamborghini dreams, but I'm still in this Honda
I need me some shit, I can shift it and speed
Cuzzo name Carlton, but they call him WOCKA cause that nigga stay with a cup of some lean
You owe me pape need it the ASAP, like Flocka
Cause I stand on business, don't play bout the green
You dig? I'm in Gabbana, yeah, Dolce
Crodie rep blue like he playin' for Coach K
Tap he gon' blow, that's what all of them folks say
He tryna smoke with no money, no way
I give a f*ck what a nigga or a hoe say
Boy, you a clown, you ain't tryna get no pape
Pockets is skinny ain't carryin', no weight
I been on go since Barack won in '08
I been on go, I can't stop till I'm rich
FaceTime the opp, tell him pick up his bitch
New World 4L, ain't no way I can switch
Won't stop till I'm paid in full just like Mitch bitch
Uh, I still ain't finished
Used to be slidin' on bullshit, full clip me and Scottie, we was robbin' like Dennis
I'm so addicted to paper and Za, shit
I think I'm addicted to women
Sent her a text last night, said I love her, I'm buggin
Nigga, I wish I ain't send it, bitches trippin
We'll send a blitz in this bitch like Russell
Straight out the gutter, this shit off the muscle
I throw the oop told my brodie to buss her
Met her on tinder I ain't come here to cuddle
We just be f*ckin', but we not a couple
Hoes gon' be hoes, that's why I never trust him
My bro caught a body now he turnin' Muslim
Draped in Dior so I'm stayin' with Christian
I cut off Lizzy, cause she couldn't listen
Ice on my wrist, light hit it and glisten
My youngins be wildin' outside, really fishin
Niggas is trippin', they think I ain't with it
He sent a diss, it was shit, I ain't get it
Niggas is dumb, so let me be specific
I'll beef over paper, won't beef over bitches
I hit the strip and go get me some Prada
No I don't play, but I'm still on the roster
Turned to a demon when she off the vodka
Light-skinned bitch, look just like Rihanna
Honestly, never had nobody finer remind her it's mine when I'm hoppin' behind her
Lamborghini dreams, but I'm still in this Honda
I need me some shit, I can shift it and speed
Cuzzo name Carlton, but they call him WOCKA cause that nigga stay with a cup of some lean
You owe me pape need it the ASAP, like Flocka
Cause I stand on business, don't play bout the green
You dig? I'm in Gabbana, yeah, Dolce
Crodie rep blue like he playin' for Coach K
Tap he gon' blow, that's what all of them folks say
He tryna smoke with no money, no way
I give a f*ck what a nigga or a hoe say
Boy, you a clown, you ain't tryna get no pape
Pockets is skinny ain't carryin', no weight
I been on go since Barack won in '08
I been on go, I can't stop till I'm rich
FaceTime the opp, tell him pick up his bitch
New World 4L, ain't no way I can switch
Won't stop till I'm paid in full just like Mitch bitch
Uh, I still ain't finished
Used to be slidin' on bullshit, full clip me and Scottie, we was robbin' like Dennis
I'm so addicted to paper and Za, shit
I think I'm addicted to women
Sent her a text last night, said I love her, I'm buggin
Nigga, I wish I ain't send it, bitches trippin
Writer: Drew Tapscott
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