Yuh, in the booth talkin' bout facts, boy you talkin' bout cap, yuh
Got the drum attached
Yeah that Glock hit his head finna gun him back
Man I'm f*cked off these pills had a heart attack
Man these shrooms hit my brain I ain't comin' back
Know that bitch love me too much gotta run it back
Yeah ima throw that bitch to gang like a quarter-back
Yuh, know about me, boy I'm finna get my bag
Try and touch my swag
Pull up in a big body with a big gat you get you whacked
What you know about that?
I f*ck that bitch from the back, I cannot do strings attached
I cannot do shit with that
I been for real sippin' red
I sip the lean and forget
Now she tryna f*ck with my head, now she tryna f*ck with my head
So I told you I don't give a f*ck when you came to me telling me you was upset
I'm too high you don't know what I'm sayin'
Bitch I been off them Percs I done did it again
And I stay with my same gang, they my friends
Why they gon' talk like I'm worried 'bout them?
Yuh, yuh, he talkin' hot bitch you know we gon' gun him down
Lemme tell you whats up now
Bitch I got me a draco that shit hold a hundred rounds
My bitch tell me to slow down
If I won't OD off them Percs, take a hundred thou-
Need me that shit I been runnin' out
Where was you back then? Bitch you don't mean nothin' now
I'm in the booth talkin' facts no cap
Why you hittin' my DM bitch? Go get back
And I got my strap
You a bad plug, we take yo gas
If it's badly packed we send it back
If you make us come back, we gon take yo gat
And I'm too high-
Backtrack I'm finna crash
I'm bout my money bitch I'm finna rack up
Tell that lil boy back up
And I just sit back, watch my money stack up
Now I got my bag up
Walk around with my pockets that shit got a fat ton
I been smoking that gas up
I just rolled my blunt I just smoked my last lung
I know this might be my last song
Know I got a bad white bitch with a fat butt
Yuh, in the booth talkin' bout facts, boy you talkin' bout cap, yuh
Got the drum attached
Yeah that Glock hit his head finna gun him back
Man I'm f*cked off these pills had a heart attack
Man these shrooms hit my brain I ain't comin' back
Know that bitch love me too much gotta run it back
Yeah ima throw that bitch to gang like a quarter-back
Yuh, know about me, boy I'm finna get my bag
Try and touch my swag
Pull up in a big body with a big gat you get you whacked
What you know about that?
I f*ck that bitch from the back, I cannot do strings attached
I cannot do shit with that
I been for real sippin' red
I sip the lean and forget
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Yuh, in the booth talkin' bout facts, boy you talkin' bout cap, yuh
Got the drum attached
Yeah that Glock hit his head finna gun him back
Man I'm f*cked off these pills had a heart attack
Man these shrooms hit my brain I ain't comin' back
Know that bitch love me too much gotta run it back
Yeah ima throw that bitch to gang like a quarter-back
Yuh, know about me, boy I'm finna get my bag
Try and touch my swag
Pull up in a big body with a big gat you get you whacked
What you know about that?
I f*ck that bitch from the back, I cannot do strings attached
I cannot do shit with that
I been for real sippin' red
I sip the lean and forget
Now she tryna f*ck with my head, now she tryna f*ck with my head
So I told you I don't give a f*ck when you came to me telling me you was upset
I'm too high you don't know what I'm sayin'
Bitch I been off them Percs I done did it again
And I stay with my same gang, they my friends
Why they gon' talk like I'm worried 'bout them?
Yuh, yuh, he talkin' hot bitch you know we gon' gun him down
Lemme tell you whats up now
Bitch I got me a draco that shit hold a hundred rounds
My bitch tell me to slow down
If I won't OD off them Percs, take a hundred thou-
Need me that shit I been runnin' out
Where was you back then? Bitch you don't mean nothin' now
I'm in the booth talkin' facts no cap
Why you hittin' my DM bitch? Go get back
And I got my strap
You a bad plug, we take yo gas
If it's badly packed we send it back
If you make us come back, we gon take yo gat
And I'm too high-
Backtrack I'm finna crash
I'm bout my money bitch I'm finna rack up
Tell that lil boy back up
And I just sit back, watch my money stack up
Now I got my bag up
Walk around with my pockets that shit got a fat ton
I been smoking that gas up
I just rolled my blunt I just smoked my last lung
I know this might be my last song
Know I got a bad white bitch with a fat butt
Yuh, in the booth talkin' bout facts, boy you talkin' bout cap, yuh
Got the drum attached
Yeah that Glock hit his head finna gun him back
Man I'm f*cked off these pills had a heart attack
Man these shrooms hit my brain I ain't comin' back
Know that bitch love me too much gotta run it back
Yeah ima throw that bitch to gang like a quarter-back
Yuh, know about me, boy I'm finna get my bag
Try and touch my swag
Pull up in a big body with a big gat you get you whacked
What you know about that?
I f*ck that bitch from the back, I cannot do strings attached
I cannot do shit with that
I been for real sippin' red
I sip the lean and forget
Got the drum attached
Yeah that Glock hit his head finna gun him back
Man I'm f*cked off these pills had a heart attack
Man these shrooms hit my brain I ain't comin' back
Know that bitch love me too much gotta run it back
Yeah ima throw that bitch to gang like a quarter-back
Yuh, know about me, boy I'm finna get my bag
Try and touch my swag
Pull up in a big body with a big gat you get you whacked
What you know about that?
I f*ck that bitch from the back, I cannot do strings attached
I cannot do shit with that
I been for real sippin' red
I sip the lean and forget
Now she tryna f*ck with my head, now she tryna f*ck with my head
So I told you I don't give a f*ck when you came to me telling me you was upset
I'm too high you don't know what I'm sayin'
Bitch I been off them Percs I done did it again
And I stay with my same gang, they my friends
Why they gon' talk like I'm worried 'bout them?
Yuh, yuh, he talkin' hot bitch you know we gon' gun him down
Lemme tell you whats up now
Bitch I got me a draco that shit hold a hundred rounds
My bitch tell me to slow down
If I won't OD off them Percs, take a hundred thou-
Need me that shit I been runnin' out
Where was you back then? Bitch you don't mean nothin' now
I'm in the booth talkin' facts no cap
Why you hittin' my DM bitch? Go get back
And I got my strap
You a bad plug, we take yo gas
If it's badly packed we send it back
If you make us come back, we gon take yo gat
And I'm too high-
Backtrack I'm finna crash
I'm bout my money bitch I'm finna rack up
Tell that lil boy back up
And I just sit back, watch my money stack up
Now I got my bag up
Walk around with my pockets that shit got a fat ton
I been smoking that gas up
I just rolled my blunt I just smoked my last lung
I know this might be my last song
Know I got a bad white bitch with a fat butt
Yuh, in the booth talkin' bout facts, boy you talkin' bout cap, yuh
Got the drum attached
Yeah that Glock hit his head finna gun him back
Man I'm f*cked off these pills had a heart attack
Man these shrooms hit my brain I ain't comin' back
Know that bitch love me too much gotta run it back
Yeah ima throw that bitch to gang like a quarter-back
Yuh, know about me, boy I'm finna get my bag
Try and touch my swag
Pull up in a big body with a big gat you get you whacked
What you know about that?
I f*ck that bitch from the back, I cannot do strings attached
I cannot do shit with that
I been for real sippin' red
I sip the lean and forget
Writer: Michael Morris
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