F*ck a bitch and her best friend
Culinary, serve this dick, I'm chefin'
Got a switch on the side of my weapon
Automatic on this Smith & Wesson
Shawty take molly, she geeked up
She ain't sleep in weeks
I let my demons speak
And she gon' pray for me
You know that Aston's steep
That man be washed up
I put that bitch inside and swerve, and now the top off
Tint the coupe, put on the 5, they limousine
Shawty dropping, popping bottles like a fiend
Bitch, I'm on a perc, I still won't miss 'em
This shit got some kick, it's got a big drum
Tried to tell 'em twice, they didn't listen
Now I flood the ice, it made my wrist numb
Ride it like the Pike, her body thick, huh
Shawty blow me like she made a wish, huh
Now I call her Isis, she blowin' out her brain
I be on my nice shit, might even get her name
I'm in and out of stores
Ain't in my bag but if I was this shit would be Dior
I count up cash and count it back, this shit feel like a chore
F*ck a bitch and her best friend
Culinary, serve this dick, I'm chefin'
Got a switch on the side of my weapon
Automatic on this Smith & Wesson
Shawty take molly, she geeked up
She ain't sleep in weeks
I let my demons speak
And she gon' pray for me
You know that Aston's steep
That man be washed up
I put that bitch inside and swerve, and now the top off
Tint the coupe, put on the 5, they limousine
Shawty dropping, popping bottles like a fiend
Bitch, I'm on a perc, I still won't miss 'em
This shit got some kick, it's got a big drum
Tried to tell 'em twice, they didn't listen
Now I flood the ice, it made my wrist numb
Ride it like the Pike, her body thick, huh
Shawty blow me like she made a wish, huh
Now I call her Isis, she blowin' out her brain
I be on my nice shit, might even get her name
I'm in and out of stores
Ain't in my bag but if I was this shit would be Dior
I count up cash and count it back, this shit feel like a chore
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F*ck a bitch and her best friend
Culinary, serve this dick, I'm chefin'
Got a switch on the side of my weapon
Automatic on this Smith & Wesson
Shawty take molly, she geeked up
She ain't sleep in weeks
I let my demons speak
And she gon' pray for me
You know that Aston's steep
That man be washed up
I put that bitch inside and swerve, and now the top off
Tint the coupe, put on the 5, they limousine
Shawty dropping, popping bottles like a fiend
Bitch, I'm on a perc, I still won't miss 'em
This shit got some kick, it's got a big drum
Tried to tell 'em twice, they didn't listen
Now I flood the ice, it made my wrist numb
Ride it like the Pike, her body thick, huh
Shawty blow me like she made a wish, huh
Now I call her Isis, she blowin' out her brain
I be on my nice shit, might even get her name
I'm in and out of stores
Ain't in my bag but if I was this shit would be Dior
I count up cash and count it back, this shit feel like a chore
F*ck a bitch and her best friend
Culinary, serve this dick, I'm chefin'
Got a switch on the side of my weapon
Automatic on this Smith & Wesson
Shawty take molly, she geeked up
She ain't sleep in weeks
I let my demons speak
And she gon' pray for me
You know that Aston's steep
That man be washed up
I put that bitch inside and swerve, and now the top off
Tint the coupe, put on the 5, they limousine
Shawty dropping, popping bottles like a fiend
Bitch, I'm on a perc, I still won't miss 'em
This shit got some kick, it's got a big drum
Tried to tell 'em twice, they didn't listen
Now I flood the ice, it made my wrist numb
Ride it like the Pike, her body thick, huh
Shawty blow me like she made a wish, huh
Now I call her Isis, she blowin' out her brain
I be on my nice shit, might even get her name
I'm in and out of stores
Ain't in my bag but if I was this shit would be Dior
I count up cash and count it back, this shit feel like a chore
Culinary, serve this dick, I'm chefin'
Got a switch on the side of my weapon
Automatic on this Smith & Wesson
Shawty take molly, she geeked up
She ain't sleep in weeks
I let my demons speak
And she gon' pray for me
You know that Aston's steep
That man be washed up
I put that bitch inside and swerve, and now the top off
Tint the coupe, put on the 5, they limousine
Shawty dropping, popping bottles like a fiend
Bitch, I'm on a perc, I still won't miss 'em
This shit got some kick, it's got a big drum
Tried to tell 'em twice, they didn't listen
Now I flood the ice, it made my wrist numb
Ride it like the Pike, her body thick, huh
Shawty blow me like she made a wish, huh
Now I call her Isis, she blowin' out her brain
I be on my nice shit, might even get her name
I'm in and out of stores
Ain't in my bag but if I was this shit would be Dior
I count up cash and count it back, this shit feel like a chore
F*ck a bitch and her best friend
Culinary, serve this dick, I'm chefin'
Got a switch on the side of my weapon
Automatic on this Smith & Wesson
Shawty take molly, she geeked up
She ain't sleep in weeks
I let my demons speak
And she gon' pray for me
You know that Aston's steep
That man be washed up
I put that bitch inside and swerve, and now the top off
Tint the coupe, put on the 5, they limousine
Shawty dropping, popping bottles like a fiend
Bitch, I'm on a perc, I still won't miss 'em
This shit got some kick, it's got a big drum
Tried to tell 'em twice, they didn't listen
Now I flood the ice, it made my wrist numb
Ride it like the Pike, her body thick, huh
Shawty blow me like she made a wish, huh
Now I call her Isis, she blowin' out her brain
I be on my nice shit, might even get her name
I'm in and out of stores
Ain't in my bag but if I was this shit would be Dior
I count up cash and count it back, this shit feel like a chore
Writer: Arthur Mustardo
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