I took your bitch and spent bands on her
Got a bag and flew her out to Tampa
A-lot of these niggas is all jokes
Most these rappers better doing stand up
She gone blow me cause i'm handsome
She gone pour my wok up in the Fanta
If you owe me money better hand some
Or we tie your brother up for ransom
Catch you lurking when i'm vamping
We gone catch him slipping then we stamp em
I like bitches with a tantrum
Eating calamari in the Hampton's
I'm a problem with no answer
I pull-up im ghost up in that phantom
They don't want this smoke this shit is cancer
Turn a boujee bitch into a dancer
Niggas be broke up in real life
But they out flexing for the camera
I just popped out rocking all designer
Said she gonna drop it this her anthem
I do this shit for my lil brother's
If they tell me smoke em i'm a end em
I been on my shit i don't never fumble
Niggas hating i don't got contenders
You ain't on my level step up ya hustle
Man i'll eat you rappers up for dinner
You stacking your bread but i'm seeing double
Man im getting paper like a printer
I get you hit up left in a puddle
I call up my shooters in Atlanta
Now i pull-up in a foreign muscle
I remember riding in a lancer
I been through some shit that was real trife
Bitches put my heart up in a blender
I swear that these niggas pretenders
Bitches hate me i don't got no manners
If I pop out then we gone recline him
Get a round of fire like a camper
Rozzy keep rolling up all exotic
Runtz pack smell like pissy pamper's
I took your bitch and spent bands on her
Got a bag and flew her out to Tampa
A-lot of these niggas is all jokes
Most these rappers better doing stand up
She gone blow me cause i'm handsome
She gone pour my wok up in the Fanta
If you owe me money better hand some
Or we tie your brother up for ransom
Catch you lurking when i'm vamping
We gone catch him slipping then we stamp em
I like bitches with a tantrum
Eating calamari in the Hampton's
I'm a problem with no answer
I pull-up im ghost up in that phantom
They don't want this smoke this shit is cancer
Turn a boujee bitch into a dancer
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I took your bitch and spent bands on her
Got a bag and flew her out to Tampa
A-lot of these niggas is all jokes
Most these rappers better doing stand up
She gone blow me cause i'm handsome
She gone pour my wok up in the Fanta
If you owe me money better hand some
Or we tie your brother up for ransom
Catch you lurking when i'm vamping
We gone catch him slipping then we stamp em
I like bitches with a tantrum
Eating calamari in the Hampton's
I'm a problem with no answer
I pull-up im ghost up in that phantom
They don't want this smoke this shit is cancer
Turn a boujee bitch into a dancer
Niggas be broke up in real life
But they out flexing for the camera
I just popped out rocking all designer
Said she gonna drop it this her anthem
I do this shit for my lil brother's
If they tell me smoke em i'm a end em
I been on my shit i don't never fumble
Niggas hating i don't got contenders
You ain't on my level step up ya hustle
Man i'll eat you rappers up for dinner
You stacking your bread but i'm seeing double
Man im getting paper like a printer
I get you hit up left in a puddle
I call up my shooters in Atlanta
Now i pull-up in a foreign muscle
I remember riding in a lancer
I been through some shit that was real trife
Bitches put my heart up in a blender
I swear that these niggas pretenders
Bitches hate me i don't got no manners
If I pop out then we gone recline him
Get a round of fire like a camper
Rozzy keep rolling up all exotic
Runtz pack smell like pissy pamper's
I took your bitch and spent bands on her
Got a bag and flew her out to Tampa
A-lot of these niggas is all jokes
Most these rappers better doing stand up
She gone blow me cause i'm handsome
She gone pour my wok up in the Fanta
If you owe me money better hand some
Or we tie your brother up for ransom
Catch you lurking when i'm vamping
We gone catch him slipping then we stamp em
I like bitches with a tantrum
Eating calamari in the Hampton's
I'm a problem with no answer
I pull-up im ghost up in that phantom
They don't want this smoke this shit is cancer
Turn a boujee bitch into a dancer
Got a bag and flew her out to Tampa
A-lot of these niggas is all jokes
Most these rappers better doing stand up
She gone blow me cause i'm handsome
She gone pour my wok up in the Fanta
If you owe me money better hand some
Or we tie your brother up for ransom
Catch you lurking when i'm vamping
We gone catch him slipping then we stamp em
I like bitches with a tantrum
Eating calamari in the Hampton's
I'm a problem with no answer
I pull-up im ghost up in that phantom
They don't want this smoke this shit is cancer
Turn a boujee bitch into a dancer
Niggas be broke up in real life
But they out flexing for the camera
I just popped out rocking all designer
Said she gonna drop it this her anthem
I do this shit for my lil brother's
If they tell me smoke em i'm a end em
I been on my shit i don't never fumble
Niggas hating i don't got contenders
You ain't on my level step up ya hustle
Man i'll eat you rappers up for dinner
You stacking your bread but i'm seeing double
Man im getting paper like a printer
I get you hit up left in a puddle
I call up my shooters in Atlanta
Now i pull-up in a foreign muscle
I remember riding in a lancer
I been through some shit that was real trife
Bitches put my heart up in a blender
I swear that these niggas pretenders
Bitches hate me i don't got no manners
If I pop out then we gone recline him
Get a round of fire like a camper
Rozzy keep rolling up all exotic
Runtz pack smell like pissy pamper's
I took your bitch and spent bands on her
Got a bag and flew her out to Tampa
A-lot of these niggas is all jokes
Most these rappers better doing stand up
She gone blow me cause i'm handsome
She gone pour my wok up in the Fanta
If you owe me money better hand some
Or we tie your brother up for ransom
Catch you lurking when i'm vamping
We gone catch him slipping then we stamp em
I like bitches with a tantrum
Eating calamari in the Hampton's
I'm a problem with no answer
I pull-up im ghost up in that phantom
They don't want this smoke this shit is cancer
Turn a boujee bitch into a dancer
Writer: Jayquan Cutler
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