Ay, swingin' that shit almost broke a lil nigga
And my bro make the arp pose for the picture
5.56 and them hoes do division
You a hardheaded nigga, you really don't listen
I'm a heart hurt nigga, i run from that bitch
My brothers got numbers like curry,
Throw shots from a pistol
He don't know nun bout tuckin' that bitch
What do you know about f*ckin' them bitches,
Same nigga thought them hoes didn't exist
Mention his name onna track, he a victim
We all know WhyMari a bitch
Landlord nigga i'm finna evict em
Yea 5.56 and it tear down ya kitchen
Bumpin' my shit but you barely is listenin'
Like shoutout to, i could never just diss on him
Look at my pockets, i need different dividends
Sippin' wock now i got a lisp n shit
Suck dick, she talk wit a lisp in it
If you feelin' Messi we could kick some shit
Oh my gah
At the party fell in love wit the wall
Need to turn this shit up
All of my niggas in love wit the drugs
Made that shit up
Mexican shorty want Vetements yuh
Andale andale, better catch up
Stop asking what happened to ecstasy yuh
I aint sippin no pepto, my belly just hurt
That gen 5 freaky i make that bitch twerk, oh ya
We put dat boy inna dirt, oh no
And tell this hoe that's all i got
Ay, swingin' that shit almost broke a lil nigga
And my bro make the arp pose for the picture
5.56 and them hoes do division
You a hardheaded nigga, you really don't listen
I'm a heart hurt nigga, i run from that bitch
My brothers got numbers like curry,
Throw shots from a pistol
He don't know nun bout tuckin' that bitch
What do you know about keepin' yo distance,
And tryna find another bitch
Like what do you know about, do anything for that biscuit
Do you even take risks, yuh
I'm tryna ink up my fist, ya
I been feelin' man this shit get hard
I'm too picky wit these foreign broads
Big ass stick, can't get jugged for my rod
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Ay, swingin' that shit almost broke a lil nigga
And my bro make the arp pose for the picture
5.56 and them hoes do division
You a hardheaded nigga, you really don't listen
I'm a heart hurt nigga, i run from that bitch
My brothers got numbers like curry,
Throw shots from a pistol
He don't know nun bout tuckin' that bitch
What do you know about f*ckin' them bitches,
Same nigga thought them hoes didn't exist
Mention his name onna track, he a victim
We all know WhyMari a bitch
Landlord nigga i'm finna evict em
Yea 5.56 and it tear down ya kitchen
Bumpin' my shit but you barely is listenin'
Like shoutout to, i could never just diss on him
Look at my pockets, i need different dividends
Sippin' wock now i got a lisp n shit
Suck dick, she talk wit a lisp in it
If you feelin' Messi we could kick some shit
Oh my gah
At the party fell in love wit the wall
Need to turn this shit up
All of my niggas in love wit the drugs
Made that shit up
Mexican shorty want Vetements yuh
Andale andale, better catch up
Stop asking what happened to ecstasy yuh
I aint sippin no pepto, my belly just hurt
That gen 5 freaky i make that bitch twerk, oh ya
We put dat boy inna dirt, oh no
And tell this hoe that's all i got
Ay, swingin' that shit almost broke a lil nigga
And my bro make the arp pose for the picture
5.56 and them hoes do division
You a hardheaded nigga, you really don't listen
I'm a heart hurt nigga, i run from that bitch
My brothers got numbers like curry,
Throw shots from a pistol
He don't know nun bout tuckin' that bitch
What do you know about keepin' yo distance,
And tryna find another bitch
Like what do you know about, do anything for that biscuit
Do you even take risks, yuh
I'm tryna ink up my fist, ya
I been feelin' man this shit get hard
I'm too picky wit these foreign broads
Big ass stick, can't get jugged for my rod
And my bro make the arp pose for the picture
5.56 and them hoes do division
You a hardheaded nigga, you really don't listen
I'm a heart hurt nigga, i run from that bitch
My brothers got numbers like curry,
Throw shots from a pistol
He don't know nun bout tuckin' that bitch
What do you know about f*ckin' them bitches,
Same nigga thought them hoes didn't exist
Mention his name onna track, he a victim
We all know WhyMari a bitch
Landlord nigga i'm finna evict em
Yea 5.56 and it tear down ya kitchen
Bumpin' my shit but you barely is listenin'
Like shoutout to, i could never just diss on him
Look at my pockets, i need different dividends
Sippin' wock now i got a lisp n shit
Suck dick, she talk wit a lisp in it
If you feelin' Messi we could kick some shit
Oh my gah
At the party fell in love wit the wall
Need to turn this shit up
All of my niggas in love wit the drugs
Made that shit up
Mexican shorty want Vetements yuh
Andale andale, better catch up
Stop asking what happened to ecstasy yuh
I aint sippin no pepto, my belly just hurt
That gen 5 freaky i make that bitch twerk, oh ya
We put dat boy inna dirt, oh no
And tell this hoe that's all i got
Ay, swingin' that shit almost broke a lil nigga
And my bro make the arp pose for the picture
5.56 and them hoes do division
You a hardheaded nigga, you really don't listen
I'm a heart hurt nigga, i run from that bitch
My brothers got numbers like curry,
Throw shots from a pistol
He don't know nun bout tuckin' that bitch
What do you know about keepin' yo distance,
And tryna find another bitch
Like what do you know about, do anything for that biscuit
Do you even take risks, yuh
I'm tryna ink up my fist, ya
I been feelin' man this shit get hard
I'm too picky wit these foreign broads
Big ass stick, can't get jugged for my rod
Writer: Kasim Simmonds
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