The tooly go blatt
Don't ride around me I ride with the slatts
Breaking her back, got a hunnid' round drum when I'm breakin her back
Dont' know where I'm at
Got a bitch in my phone wanna know where I'm at
Don't see where I'm at
Got a bitch off the perc in the v wanna spin back
You see I don't know when to talk down
Got a bitch on the block she gon' walk down
Lil' bitch hit the blunt she gon' cough now
So high I don't know what you talkin' bout
Look at the wrist it's audemar
Lil' pretty ol' bitch she outta my
On the mud and I know it's gettin crazy
She feelin' like she really hate me
Don't mess with them 817 babies
Perc thirty lil' baby gettin' lazy
Bitch know I'm ballin' like McGrady
Prada coat it might be outdated
No I can't forget what you said
Drop off the top, shoot off his top
This glock will leave em' on red
Spin on his block, do it non-stop
My shooters addicted to meds
We saw him outside during the daytime
Yea we knew he was fed
I hopped out the car and her ran
Lil' bitch owe me some bread
Fake gangster I know he a fan of me
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The tooly go blatt
Don't ride around me I ride with the slatts
Breaking her back, got a hunnid' round drum when I'm breakin her back
Dont' know where I'm at
Got a bitch in my phone wanna know where I'm at
Don't see where I'm at
Got a bitch off the perc in the v wanna spin back
You see I don't know when to talk down
Got a bitch on the block she gon' walk down
Lil' bitch hit the blunt she gon' cough now
So high I don't know what you talkin' bout
Look at the wrist it's audemar
Lil' pretty ol' bitch she outta my
On the mud and I know it's gettin crazy
She feelin' like she really hate me
Don't mess with them 817 babies
Perc thirty lil' baby gettin' lazy
Bitch know I'm ballin' like McGrady
Prada coat it might be outdated
No I can't forget what you said
Drop off the top, shoot off his top
This glock will leave em' on red
Spin on his block, do it non-stop
My shooters addicted to meds
We saw him outside during the daytime
Yea we knew he was fed
I hopped out the car and her ran
Lil' bitch owe me some bread
Fake gangster I know he a fan of me
Don't ride around me I ride with the slatts
Breaking her back, got a hunnid' round drum when I'm breakin her back
Dont' know where I'm at
Got a bitch in my phone wanna know where I'm at
Don't see where I'm at
Got a bitch off the perc in the v wanna spin back
You see I don't know when to talk down
Got a bitch on the block she gon' walk down
Lil' bitch hit the blunt she gon' cough now
So high I don't know what you talkin' bout
Look at the wrist it's audemar
Lil' pretty ol' bitch she outta my
On the mud and I know it's gettin crazy
She feelin' like she really hate me
Don't mess with them 817 babies
Perc thirty lil' baby gettin' lazy
Bitch know I'm ballin' like McGrady
Prada coat it might be outdated
No I can't forget what you said
Drop off the top, shoot off his top
This glock will leave em' on red
Spin on his block, do it non-stop
My shooters addicted to meds
We saw him outside during the daytime
Yea we knew he was fed
I hopped out the car and her ran
Lil' bitch owe me some bread
Fake gangster I know he a fan of me
Writer: Luke R
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