I'm popping these tags
I don't mean to brag
I went got a bag and I'm like ooh
Lil Bitch got ass like her momma to tell you the truth
I'm trying to hit both of them together
I'm Poppin' out fly I'm so Stellar
Throwing these ones we changing the weather
That money fit right in my schedule
Bitch ride the dick like a bike with a peddle
Ooh
I get so high you can't be on my level and that's true
Religion jeans I used to rock that shit when I was in school
Everything I do that shit be enormous
I let 20 racks sit on her ass when I f*ck her that shit look so gorgeous
And this is the same shit I can draw on your head have my Youngin's come in and extort you
That money make me feel immortal
She Teasing my dick and it's torturous
Half of you niggas ain't built like this
People be talking it ain't bout shit
She was all talk she wasn't on shit though hoe get the f*ck out of here with that shit
I'm stepping on the gas so hard like I'm pissed off damn I be going about fast as a bitch
Really rare life not average
I was in the hood stealing bikes and shit
But that's back then bitch I was a jit
I used to write kites to my daddy and shit
Now I pull up drop some racks on the kid
Her pussy so good I just might watch her kid
Ill f*ck up some cash but I'll never go broke Niggas be... they be dropping the soap
My first mixtape they took as a joke
Okay
Now look how far ima go today
Took a bad bitch on a boat , we finna hit bimini bay
I still hear the shit that my coaches used to say
Put that shit in my own way
Boy you so broke need to get your own cake
Got a super thick bitch, put my face in her cake
Hitting the road with a j and k
I just sent a text to your bitch
I told her I love her and then I sent jk
No Maybeline I paint her face
Sipping on a four, got so damn high , I done went to sleep went outer space
Niggas be hating I don't know why , woke up one morning they mad at me
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Reece - Mad? @ me Lyrics
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I'm popping these tags
I don't mean to brag
I went got a bag and I'm like ooh
Lil Bitch got ass like her momma to tell you the truth
I'm trying to hit both of them together
I'm Poppin' out fly I'm so Stellar
Throwing these ones we changing the weather
That money fit right in my schedule
Bitch ride the dick like a bike with a peddle
Ooh
I get so high you can't be on my level and that's true
Religion jeans I used to rock that shit when I was in school
Everything I do that shit be enormous
I let 20 racks sit on her ass when I f*ck her that shit look so gorgeous
And this is the same shit I can draw on your head have my Youngin's come in and extort you
That money make me feel immortal
She Teasing my dick and it's torturous
Half of you niggas ain't built like this
People be talking it ain't bout shit
She was all talk she wasn't on shit though hoe get the f*ck out of here with that shit
I'm stepping on the gas so hard like I'm pissed off damn I be going about fast as a bitch
Really rare life not average
I was in the hood stealing bikes and shit
But that's back then bitch I was a jit
I used to write kites to my daddy and shit
Now I pull up drop some racks on the kid
Her pussy so good I just might watch her kid
Ill f*ck up some cash but I'll never go broke Niggas be... they be dropping the soap
My first mixtape they took as a joke
Okay
Now look how far ima go today
Took a bad bitch on a boat , we finna hit bimini bay
I still hear the shit that my coaches used to say
Put that shit in my own way
Boy you so broke need to get your own cake
Got a super thick bitch, put my face in her cake
Hitting the road with a j and k
I just sent a text to your bitch
I told her I love her and then I sent jk
No Maybeline I paint her face
Sipping on a four, got so damn high , I done went to sleep went outer space
Niggas be hating I don't know why , woke up one morning they mad at me
I don't mean to brag
I went got a bag and I'm like ooh
Lil Bitch got ass like her momma to tell you the truth
I'm trying to hit both of them together
I'm Poppin' out fly I'm so Stellar
Throwing these ones we changing the weather
That money fit right in my schedule
Bitch ride the dick like a bike with a peddle
Ooh
I get so high you can't be on my level and that's true
Religion jeans I used to rock that shit when I was in school
Everything I do that shit be enormous
I let 20 racks sit on her ass when I f*ck her that shit look so gorgeous
And this is the same shit I can draw on your head have my Youngin's come in and extort you
That money make me feel immortal
She Teasing my dick and it's torturous
Half of you niggas ain't built like this
People be talking it ain't bout shit
She was all talk she wasn't on shit though hoe get the f*ck out of here with that shit
I'm stepping on the gas so hard like I'm pissed off damn I be going about fast as a bitch
Really rare life not average
I was in the hood stealing bikes and shit
But that's back then bitch I was a jit
I used to write kites to my daddy and shit
Now I pull up drop some racks on the kid
Her pussy so good I just might watch her kid
Ill f*ck up some cash but I'll never go broke Niggas be... they be dropping the soap
My first mixtape they took as a joke
Okay
Now look how far ima go today
Took a bad bitch on a boat , we finna hit bimini bay
I still hear the shit that my coaches used to say
Put that shit in my own way
Boy you so broke need to get your own cake
Got a super thick bitch, put my face in her cake
Hitting the road with a j and k
I just sent a text to your bitch
I told her I love her and then I sent jk
No Maybeline I paint her face
Sipping on a four, got so damn high , I done went to sleep went outer space
Niggas be hating I don't know why , woke up one morning they mad at me
Writer: caprice rolle
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