Fake flexin
Really ran it's f*ckin course
Showing that Bentley
That you can't even afford
It's hard to hang with niggas
I just see as dorks
Please shut the f*ck up
Suicide by car doors
Talkin like a bitch
My nigga uber to yo pad
You livin in a condo
Yo girl say you doing bad
Now either you a liar
Or you made a thotty mad
You got this anger on yo hip
Release in one mag
(Or)
Pop shot
Pussy scared gun drop Tick tock
Chain snatcher
Plus a wrist watch
Bitch stop
You got a gun
Because you don't knock
Big flop
He hit the ground because balloon pop
New post woddie
Runnin up them bands
Bitch I laugh photo shop
See these ones up in his hands
Tryna entourage
With a boy band
Guess the guns wasn't fun
Bullets sayin just dance
Momma said that it wasn't
In her plan to see you lose
RIP WHO?
Nobody knows that man
Rock bottom
Thought you had 200 grand
Can't afford to be in dirt
Just bury goofy in the sand
Zit pop
Lookin like a pit stop
(Bum)
Low opp
Contemplating wish wash
Big knots
Beat up by a kidz bop
Nøvv hot
(But what's the difference)
Yo bitch not
You got a baby
But you care more bout a horse
That Lamborghini rented
Steal it off his corpse
He talkin shit
We gotta take this bitch by force
You bozo
Back the f*ck up you made it worse
I got a chain
You wanna wear that shit is bangin
I'm in the driver seat
Travis Scott phasin
I hit the gas
Got em draggin ground bangin
Ad lib yelling please
Sangin
(Bitch!)
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Fake flexin
Really ran it's f*ckin course
Showing that Bentley
That you can't even afford
It's hard to hang with niggas
I just see as dorks
Please shut the f*ck up
Suicide by car doors
Talkin like a bitch
My nigga uber to yo pad
You livin in a condo
Yo girl say you doing bad
Now either you a liar
Or you made a thotty mad
You got this anger on yo hip
Release in one mag
(Or)
Pop shot
Pussy scared gun drop Tick tock
Chain snatcher
Plus a wrist watch
Bitch stop
You got a gun
Because you don't knock
Big flop
He hit the ground because balloon pop
New post woddie
Runnin up them bands
Bitch I laugh photo shop
See these ones up in his hands
Tryna entourage
With a boy band
Guess the guns wasn't fun
Bullets sayin just dance
Momma said that it wasn't
In her plan to see you lose
RIP WHO?
Nobody knows that man
Rock bottom
Thought you had 200 grand
Can't afford to be in dirt
Just bury goofy in the sand
Zit pop
Lookin like a pit stop
(Bum)
Low opp
Contemplating wish wash
Big knots
Beat up by a kidz bop
Nøvv hot
(But what's the difference)
Yo bitch not
You got a baby
But you care more bout a horse
That Lamborghini rented
Steal it off his corpse
He talkin shit
We gotta take this bitch by force
You bozo
Back the f*ck up you made it worse
I got a chain
You wanna wear that shit is bangin
I'm in the driver seat
Travis Scott phasin
I hit the gas
Got em draggin ground bangin
Ad lib yelling please
Sangin
(Bitch!)
Really ran it's f*ckin course
Showing that Bentley
That you can't even afford
It's hard to hang with niggas
I just see as dorks
Please shut the f*ck up
Suicide by car doors
Talkin like a bitch
My nigga uber to yo pad
You livin in a condo
Yo girl say you doing bad
Now either you a liar
Or you made a thotty mad
You got this anger on yo hip
Release in one mag
(Or)
Pop shot
Pussy scared gun drop Tick tock
Chain snatcher
Plus a wrist watch
Bitch stop
You got a gun
Because you don't knock
Big flop
He hit the ground because balloon pop
New post woddie
Runnin up them bands
Bitch I laugh photo shop
See these ones up in his hands
Tryna entourage
With a boy band
Guess the guns wasn't fun
Bullets sayin just dance
Momma said that it wasn't
In her plan to see you lose
RIP WHO?
Nobody knows that man
Rock bottom
Thought you had 200 grand
Can't afford to be in dirt
Just bury goofy in the sand
Zit pop
Lookin like a pit stop
(Bum)
Low opp
Contemplating wish wash
Big knots
Beat up by a kidz bop
Nøvv hot
(But what's the difference)
Yo bitch not
You got a baby
But you care more bout a horse
That Lamborghini rented
Steal it off his corpse
He talkin shit
We gotta take this bitch by force
You bozo
Back the f*ck up you made it worse
I got a chain
You wanna wear that shit is bangin
I'm in the driver seat
Travis Scott phasin
I hit the gas
Got em draggin ground bangin
Ad lib yelling please
Sangin
(Bitch!)
Writer: DeVon Starks
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid