Lamborghini, with the butterfly window
Trackhawk, like a sled slide in it
My jeans tight as hell, it keep my fire hidden
I don't give a f*ck if your bro who's dissing, you die with him
Baby Yoda, I'm sipping green bitch
She can't do no X and O's, and I aggree with it
F.N might go stretch his bro, bullets three hit him
Somebody go grab the rope, we hang you from a tree nigga
Yeah, we know where you be
I'm in Maybach with the peanut butter seats
Cocked back that fire 'cause they can't take the heat
Far from the crib, so we f*cked in the Jeep
Count up the racks, money counter go beep
I up the strap, put that pussy boy to sleep
He tried to hang with the gang, he a sheep
He want hang with us so he feel complete, oh
Designer clothes, I got so much f*cking aura
I just f*cked your ho' nigga, I got no decorum
Bro tried pour up four, we see 12 and then we floor it
Lil' shawty want f*ck me to my music, I adore it
My bitch so bad, f*ck a picture I need a portrait
Her pussy so wet, you would've thought that she worked at an orchard
I just count up a check, I do not care 'bout your ho, I'm ignoring her
Shawty kiss on my neck, I got my hands on her body exploring her
Lamborghini, with the butterfly window
Trackhawk, like a sled slide in it
My jeans tight as hell, it keep my fire hidden
I don't give a f*ck if your bro who's dissing, you die with him
Baby Yoda, I'm sipping green bitch
She can't do no X and O's, and I aggree with it
F.N might go stretch his bro, bullets three hit him
Somebody go grab the rope, we hang you from a tree nigga
Lamborghini, with the butterfly window
Trackhawk, like a sled slide in it
My jeans tight as hell, it keep my fire hidden
I don't give a f*ck if your bro who's dissing, you die with him
Baby Yoda, I'm sipping green bitch
She can't do no X and O's, and I aggree with it
F.N might go stretch his bro, bullets three hit him
Somebody go grab the rope, we hang you from a tree nigga
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Lamborghini, with the butterfly window
Trackhawk, like a sled slide in it
My jeans tight as hell, it keep my fire hidden
I don't give a f*ck if your bro who's dissing, you die with him
Baby Yoda, I'm sipping green bitch
She can't do no X and O's, and I aggree with it
F.N might go stretch his bro, bullets three hit him
Somebody go grab the rope, we hang you from a tree nigga
Yeah, we know where you be
I'm in Maybach with the peanut butter seats
Cocked back that fire 'cause they can't take the heat
Far from the crib, so we f*cked in the Jeep
Count up the racks, money counter go beep
I up the strap, put that pussy boy to sleep
He tried to hang with the gang, he a sheep
He want hang with us so he feel complete, oh
Designer clothes, I got so much f*cking aura
I just f*cked your ho' nigga, I got no decorum
Bro tried pour up four, we see 12 and then we floor it
Lil' shawty want f*ck me to my music, I adore it
My bitch so bad, f*ck a picture I need a portrait
Her pussy so wet, you would've thought that she worked at an orchard
I just count up a check, I do not care 'bout your ho, I'm ignoring her
Shawty kiss on my neck, I got my hands on her body exploring her
Lamborghini, with the butterfly window
Trackhawk, like a sled slide in it
My jeans tight as hell, it keep my fire hidden
I don't give a f*ck if your bro who's dissing, you die with him
Baby Yoda, I'm sipping green bitch
She can't do no X and O's, and I aggree with it
F.N might go stretch his bro, bullets three hit him
Somebody go grab the rope, we hang you from a tree nigga
Lamborghini, with the butterfly window
Trackhawk, like a sled slide in it
My jeans tight as hell, it keep my fire hidden
I don't give a f*ck if your bro who's dissing, you die with him
Baby Yoda, I'm sipping green bitch
She can't do no X and O's, and I aggree with it
F.N might go stretch his bro, bullets three hit him
Somebody go grab the rope, we hang you from a tree nigga
Trackhawk, like a sled slide in it
My jeans tight as hell, it keep my fire hidden
I don't give a f*ck if your bro who's dissing, you die with him
Baby Yoda, I'm sipping green bitch
She can't do no X and O's, and I aggree with it
F.N might go stretch his bro, bullets three hit him
Somebody go grab the rope, we hang you from a tree nigga
Yeah, we know where you be
I'm in Maybach with the peanut butter seats
Cocked back that fire 'cause they can't take the heat
Far from the crib, so we f*cked in the Jeep
Count up the racks, money counter go beep
I up the strap, put that pussy boy to sleep
He tried to hang with the gang, he a sheep
He want hang with us so he feel complete, oh
Designer clothes, I got so much f*cking aura
I just f*cked your ho' nigga, I got no decorum
Bro tried pour up four, we see 12 and then we floor it
Lil' shawty want f*ck me to my music, I adore it
My bitch so bad, f*ck a picture I need a portrait
Her pussy so wet, you would've thought that she worked at an orchard
I just count up a check, I do not care 'bout your ho, I'm ignoring her
Shawty kiss on my neck, I got my hands on her body exploring her
Lamborghini, with the butterfly window
Trackhawk, like a sled slide in it
My jeans tight as hell, it keep my fire hidden
I don't give a f*ck if your bro who's dissing, you die with him
Baby Yoda, I'm sipping green bitch
She can't do no X and O's, and I aggree with it
F.N might go stretch his bro, bullets three hit him
Somebody go grab the rope, we hang you from a tree nigga
Lamborghini, with the butterfly window
Trackhawk, like a sled slide in it
My jeans tight as hell, it keep my fire hidden
I don't give a f*ck if your bro who's dissing, you die with him
Baby Yoda, I'm sipping green bitch
She can't do no X and O's, and I aggree with it
F.N might go stretch his bro, bullets three hit him
Somebody go grab the rope, we hang you from a tree nigga
Writer: John Howell
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