God don't help me
I don't try to make me rich
Hold up old up
I made yo bitch a witch
Hold up hold up
Had a fella now he snitch
Cops call up for my fist
Their brain stir fryed with the wrist
Magic in the kitchen, bitch I whip
Hold it with the grip
Money better made me sick
Drip drip huh
I got ice all over my wrist
Trap I live
Bitch you never knew what I'm up to with this
Shit
No ammo left in my clip
I got bitch sleepin in my crib
Spittin bars all over this shit
You dumb dumb, bitch sit
I got message
Drop the sausage
Sucking old dick
For his gold brick
Bitch dont play mee
I got hood behind mee
Uzi (grra)
Bitches call me kirbyy
I got
D long like long beach
Yeah yeah yeah
I don't like you
You don't like me
But you know Imma be starry
One day ya'll wanna be me
I ain't flexin' like I'm newbie
Never f*ckin' try to beat me
Never f*cking try me
Lil bitch, better suck me
Yeah yeah yeah
Hood rich Icy
I aint playin, bitch Im spicy
Just look at my neck icy
Wrist I drip drip
All that ice
Made me sick sick
You get hit with the fist fist
Yeah, with the fist fist
God don't help me
I don't try to make me rich
Hold up old up
I made yo bitch a witch
Hold up hold up
Had a fella now he snitch
Cops call up for my fist
Their brain stir fryed with the wrist
Magic in the kitchen, bitch I whip
Hold it with the grip
Money better made me sick
Drip drip huh
I got ice all over my wrist
Trap I live
Bitch you never knew what I'm up to with this
Shit
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God don't help me
I don't try to make me rich
Hold up old up
I made yo bitch a witch
Hold up hold up
Had a fella now he snitch
Cops call up for my fist
Their brain stir fryed with the wrist
Magic in the kitchen, bitch I whip
Hold it with the grip
Money better made me sick
Drip drip huh
I got ice all over my wrist
Trap I live
Bitch you never knew what I'm up to with this
Shit
No ammo left in my clip
I got bitch sleepin in my crib
Spittin bars all over this shit
You dumb dumb, bitch sit
I got message
Drop the sausage
Sucking old dick
For his gold brick
Bitch dont play mee
I got hood behind mee
Uzi (grra)
Bitches call me kirbyy
I got
D long like long beach
Yeah yeah yeah
I don't like you
You don't like me
But you know Imma be starry
One day ya'll wanna be me
I ain't flexin' like I'm newbie
Never f*ckin' try to beat me
Never f*cking try me
Lil bitch, better suck me
Yeah yeah yeah
Hood rich Icy
I aint playin, bitch Im spicy
Just look at my neck icy
Wrist I drip drip
All that ice
Made me sick sick
You get hit with the fist fist
Yeah, with the fist fist
God don't help me
I don't try to make me rich
Hold up old up
I made yo bitch a witch
Hold up hold up
Had a fella now he snitch
Cops call up for my fist
Their brain stir fryed with the wrist
Magic in the kitchen, bitch I whip
Hold it with the grip
Money better made me sick
Drip drip huh
I got ice all over my wrist
Trap I live
Bitch you never knew what I'm up to with this
Shit
I don't try to make me rich
Hold up old up
I made yo bitch a witch
Hold up hold up
Had a fella now he snitch
Cops call up for my fist
Their brain stir fryed with the wrist
Magic in the kitchen, bitch I whip
Hold it with the grip
Money better made me sick
Drip drip huh
I got ice all over my wrist
Trap I live
Bitch you never knew what I'm up to with this
Shit
No ammo left in my clip
I got bitch sleepin in my crib
Spittin bars all over this shit
You dumb dumb, bitch sit
I got message
Drop the sausage
Sucking old dick
For his gold brick
Bitch dont play mee
I got hood behind mee
Uzi (grra)
Bitches call me kirbyy
I got
D long like long beach
Yeah yeah yeah
I don't like you
You don't like me
But you know Imma be starry
One day ya'll wanna be me
I ain't flexin' like I'm newbie
Never f*ckin' try to beat me
Never f*cking try me
Lil bitch, better suck me
Yeah yeah yeah
Hood rich Icy
I aint playin, bitch Im spicy
Just look at my neck icy
Wrist I drip drip
All that ice
Made me sick sick
You get hit with the fist fist
Yeah, with the fist fist
God don't help me
I don't try to make me rich
Hold up old up
I made yo bitch a witch
Hold up hold up
Had a fella now he snitch
Cops call up for my fist
Their brain stir fryed with the wrist
Magic in the kitchen, bitch I whip
Hold it with the grip
Money better made me sick
Drip drip huh
I got ice all over my wrist
Trap I live
Bitch you never knew what I'm up to with this
Shit
Writer: David Simeonov
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid