Yea
Mad man he tryna max him out for the check
To the neck
He keeps that green up on his body no tech
Forces on my body,she want me to pop a Molly
Don't feed that hoe no calamari
I'm poppin' shit in my new Marni, double cup, it's filled with Barney
How the f*ck you on my team and you don't even tote squeeze
I don't know what the f*ck these niggas trippin' bout
My cutty thugging off that pill, he out here wiggin' out
Heard you was a hoarder, now my Nina finna clean him out
No word to mouth we tryna show them niggas who gon' run the south
Skeletons all in my closet, amiri on my body
She too hotty, please don't call her Scottie, she might f*ckin' air it out
It ain't no sparing out, we looking for his whereabouts
I put blrrr on the Glock, this bitch go hot when you hold it down
Okay, my little bitch gon' run it in like it's a touchdown
Be holding on that bitch, since 010 you ain't touched down
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Gucci Prada , she can make a dollar with no ad
Flyest crip she f*ckin' with a nigga from the ave
Known to spazz, walk him down, do him bad
Madman, he tryna max him out for the check
To the neck, he keep that green up on his body, no tech
Forces on my body, yaddy, she want me to pop a molly
Don't feed the hoe no calamari
I'm poppin' shit in my new Marni, double cup, it's fit with Barney
Like, how the f*ck you on my team and you don't need tote squeeze
I don't know what the f*ck these niggas trippin' bout
My cutty thuggin off that pill he out here wiggin' out
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Yea
Mad man he tryna max him out for the check
To the neck
He keeps that green up on his body no tech
Forces on my body,she want me to pop a Molly
Don't feed that hoe no calamari
I'm poppin' shit in my new Marni, double cup, it's filled with Barney
How the f*ck you on my team and you don't even tote squeeze
I don't know what the f*ck these niggas trippin' bout
My cutty thugging off that pill, he out here wiggin' out
Heard you was a hoarder, now my Nina finna clean him out
No word to mouth we tryna show them niggas who gon' run the south
Skeletons all in my closet, amiri on my body
She too hotty, please don't call her Scottie, she might f*ckin' air it out
It ain't no sparing out, we looking for his whereabouts
I put blrrr on the Glock, this bitch go hot when you hold it down
Okay, my little bitch gon' run it in like it's a touchdown
Be holding on that bitch, since 010 you ain't touched down
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Gucci Prada , she can make a dollar with no ad
Flyest crip she f*ckin' with a nigga from the ave
Known to spazz, walk him down, do him bad
Madman, he tryna max him out for the check
To the neck, he keep that green up on his body, no tech
Forces on my body, yaddy, she want me to pop a molly
Don't feed the hoe no calamari
I'm poppin' shit in my new Marni, double cup, it's fit with Barney
Like, how the f*ck you on my team and you don't need tote squeeze
I don't know what the f*ck these niggas trippin' bout
My cutty thuggin off that pill he out here wiggin' out
Mad man he tryna max him out for the check
To the neck
He keeps that green up on his body no tech
Forces on my body,she want me to pop a Molly
Don't feed that hoe no calamari
I'm poppin' shit in my new Marni, double cup, it's filled with Barney
How the f*ck you on my team and you don't even tote squeeze
I don't know what the f*ck these niggas trippin' bout
My cutty thugging off that pill, he out here wiggin' out
Heard you was a hoarder, now my Nina finna clean him out
No word to mouth we tryna show them niggas who gon' run the south
Skeletons all in my closet, amiri on my body
She too hotty, please don't call her Scottie, she might f*ckin' air it out
It ain't no sparing out, we looking for his whereabouts
I put blrrr on the Glock, this bitch go hot when you hold it down
Okay, my little bitch gon' run it in like it's a touchdown
Be holding on that bitch, since 010 you ain't touched down
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Gucci Prada , she can make a dollar with no ad
Flyest crip she f*ckin' with a nigga from the ave
Known to spazz, walk him down, do him bad
Madman, he tryna max him out for the check
To the neck, he keep that green up on his body, no tech
Forces on my body, yaddy, she want me to pop a molly
Don't feed the hoe no calamari
I'm poppin' shit in my new Marni, double cup, it's fit with Barney
Like, how the f*ck you on my team and you don't need tote squeeze
I don't know what the f*ck these niggas trippin' bout
My cutty thuggin off that pill he out here wiggin' out
Writer: Amarion Torrence
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