This bitch got me f*cked up, hoe tripping
She asking for money and shit
Hoe thinking I need it, gave it
Both hands out, I can build me a bitch
Silly rabbit won't fall for your tricks
Profit minded apparel, why I aint snap a pic
Binary trigger can fully my stick
Hoe you here to eat cock, I ain't licking no clit
Live like a king make her call me your majesty
Rob who turned the scene to a tragedy
Got her pinned up feet by her ear
Man, I'm knocking this bitch, member she used to laugh at me
Middle school I broke as a bitch
Now I'm having these racks I can shit on the faculty
Getting off the sack running up paper
The reason these hoes want to tackle me
ARP full of lead, I can make it right curse it
Real nigga, this me, I ain't doing no rehearsal
Shit bag make that boy put on the girdle
Stop who from getting paid for that bag, do a hurdle
Aye lil bro what's ya purpose
Shit off the top I'm freelancing these verses
Ayy, bitch, we make ya folks ride hearses
Pop perc fore I f*ck, I ain't nervous
Geeked as a bitch while I drive lane swerving
Say Gambino a hoe boy I swear I ain't heard it
Me and Jhavocc like Tony and Birdie
Thirty my clip, I'm concealing the curry
Drank fein dropping lines in McFlurry
Geeked as f*ck why my vision go blurry
Geeked off a deuce moving too slow for that paper, I come in a hurry
Inhaling za I'm out of my body
But for that paper, I come in an instant
I'm carrying sticks, but swear Ian fencing
I rock some retro some retros for I put on Balenciaga
Smoking Popeye all bout that spinach
High as f*ck, bro, I can't even stop grinning
Why these f*ck niggas hate that I'm winning
Heaven sent but I steady be sinning
Free bruh out the box, sharping shanks
And dropping a lock in his sock
They hate what I'm doing, I feel like Chris Rock
I don't care about the cat, bitch, I'm here for the top
Niggas know I don't hard and they slop
Playing this bitch, going down like its Job
I fall off day, I'll be back up tomma
Me and Slimm Reaper like Lil Quill and Mal
Niggas be hating like hoes
I'm knowing they pray that I fall off
I'm burning her top, f*cking her face
I'm trying to knock the little bitch jaws off
Why these f*ck niggas praying I fall off
Run in here you getting hit with a sawed off
Swinging this stick would've thought it was top golf
Deuce of yellow bet not let off one cough
Im bout the paper, I don't care about a hater
Freak hoe from Florida, eating me like a gator
Having more bitches than AC Slater
I ain't mashing no beef, I'll bake his potato
Catch up nigga, I'll smush yo tomato
Cant a soul on this earth, say they did me a favor
Exotic P's unc having flors
Don't want the crib if it don't come with acres
He ain't got no pape, that lil' boy he a faker
He lying about the way that he living
1080p, my lifestyle vivid
Stick came with suppression, shoot sound like a cricket
Buy a pretty bitch cart aye bae what's the ticket
Chef PLB I'll bake that boy biscuit
I'm smoking on him Baby Gee got the whippet
Ran up thousands of views just by posting my snippets
PLB Gambino - Everybody Hates PLB Lyrics
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This bitch got me f*cked up, hoe tripping
She asking for money and shit
Hoe thinking I need it, gave it
Both hands out, I can build me a bitch
Silly rabbit won't fall for your tricks
Profit minded apparel, why I aint snap a pic
Binary trigger can fully my stick
Hoe you here to eat cock, I ain't licking no clit
Live like a king make her call me your majesty
Rob who turned the scene to a tragedy
Got her pinned up feet by her ear
Man, I'm knocking this bitch, member she used to laugh at me
Middle school I broke as a bitch
Now I'm having these racks I can shit on the faculty
Getting off the sack running up paper
The reason these hoes want to tackle me
ARP full of lead, I can make it right curse it
Real nigga, this me, I ain't doing no rehearsal
Shit bag make that boy put on the girdle
Stop who from getting paid for that bag, do a hurdle
Aye lil bro what's ya purpose
Shit off the top I'm freelancing these verses
Ayy, bitch, we make ya folks ride hearses
Pop perc fore I f*ck, I ain't nervous
Geeked as a bitch while I drive lane swerving
Say Gambino a hoe boy I swear I ain't heard it
Me and Jhavocc like Tony and Birdie
Thirty my clip, I'm concealing the curry
Drank fein dropping lines in McFlurry
Geeked as f*ck why my vision go blurry
Geeked off a deuce moving too slow for that paper, I come in a hurry
Inhaling za I'm out of my body
But for that paper, I come in an instant
I'm carrying sticks, but swear Ian fencing
I rock some retro some retros for I put on Balenciaga
Smoking Popeye all bout that spinach
High as f*ck, bro, I can't even stop grinning
Why these f*ck niggas hate that I'm winning
Heaven sent but I steady be sinning
Free bruh out the box, sharping shanks
And dropping a lock in his sock
They hate what I'm doing, I feel like Chris Rock
I don't care about the cat, bitch, I'm here for the top
Niggas know I don't hard and they slop
Playing this bitch, going down like its Job
I fall off day, I'll be back up tomma
Me and Slimm Reaper like Lil Quill and Mal
Niggas be hating like hoes
I'm knowing they pray that I fall off
I'm burning her top, f*cking her face
I'm trying to knock the little bitch jaws off
Why these f*ck niggas praying I fall off
Run in here you getting hit with a sawed off
Swinging this stick would've thought it was top golf
Deuce of yellow bet not let off one cough
Im bout the paper, I don't care about a hater
Freak hoe from Florida, eating me like a gator
Having more bitches than AC Slater
I ain't mashing no beef, I'll bake his potato
Catch up nigga, I'll smush yo tomato
Cant a soul on this earth, say they did me a favor
Exotic P's unc having flors
Don't want the crib if it don't come with acres
He ain't got no pape, that lil' boy he a faker
He lying about the way that he living
1080p, my lifestyle vivid
Stick came with suppression, shoot sound like a cricket
Buy a pretty bitch cart aye bae what's the ticket
Chef PLB I'll bake that boy biscuit
I'm smoking on him Baby Gee got the whippet
Ran up thousands of views just by posting my snippets
She asking for money and shit
Hoe thinking I need it, gave it
Both hands out, I can build me a bitch
Silly rabbit won't fall for your tricks
Profit minded apparel, why I aint snap a pic
Binary trigger can fully my stick
Hoe you here to eat cock, I ain't licking no clit
Live like a king make her call me your majesty
Rob who turned the scene to a tragedy
Got her pinned up feet by her ear
Man, I'm knocking this bitch, member she used to laugh at me
Middle school I broke as a bitch
Now I'm having these racks I can shit on the faculty
Getting off the sack running up paper
The reason these hoes want to tackle me
ARP full of lead, I can make it right curse it
Real nigga, this me, I ain't doing no rehearsal
Shit bag make that boy put on the girdle
Stop who from getting paid for that bag, do a hurdle
Aye lil bro what's ya purpose
Shit off the top I'm freelancing these verses
Ayy, bitch, we make ya folks ride hearses
Pop perc fore I f*ck, I ain't nervous
Geeked as a bitch while I drive lane swerving
Say Gambino a hoe boy I swear I ain't heard it
Me and Jhavocc like Tony and Birdie
Thirty my clip, I'm concealing the curry
Drank fein dropping lines in McFlurry
Geeked as f*ck why my vision go blurry
Geeked off a deuce moving too slow for that paper, I come in a hurry
Inhaling za I'm out of my body
But for that paper, I come in an instant
I'm carrying sticks, but swear Ian fencing
I rock some retro some retros for I put on Balenciaga
Smoking Popeye all bout that spinach
High as f*ck, bro, I can't even stop grinning
Why these f*ck niggas hate that I'm winning
Heaven sent but I steady be sinning
Free bruh out the box, sharping shanks
And dropping a lock in his sock
They hate what I'm doing, I feel like Chris Rock
I don't care about the cat, bitch, I'm here for the top
Niggas know I don't hard and they slop
Playing this bitch, going down like its Job
I fall off day, I'll be back up tomma
Me and Slimm Reaper like Lil Quill and Mal
Niggas be hating like hoes
I'm knowing they pray that I fall off
I'm burning her top, f*cking her face
I'm trying to knock the little bitch jaws off
Why these f*ck niggas praying I fall off
Run in here you getting hit with a sawed off
Swinging this stick would've thought it was top golf
Deuce of yellow bet not let off one cough
Im bout the paper, I don't care about a hater
Freak hoe from Florida, eating me like a gator
Having more bitches than AC Slater
I ain't mashing no beef, I'll bake his potato
Catch up nigga, I'll smush yo tomato
Cant a soul on this earth, say they did me a favor
Exotic P's unc having flors
Don't want the crib if it don't come with acres
He ain't got no pape, that lil' boy he a faker
He lying about the way that he living
1080p, my lifestyle vivid
Stick came with suppression, shoot sound like a cricket
Buy a pretty bitch cart aye bae what's the ticket
Chef PLB I'll bake that boy biscuit
I'm smoking on him Baby Gee got the whippet
Ran up thousands of views just by posting my snippets
Writer: Marcus Hoskins
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