[ Featuring Lawsy ]
Lawsy, pick up
You want to f*ck on me, let me know some
Seventeen in a holster
Two bad hoes in my, yeah
Two bad hoes gimme throat, bruh
That spliff, when I'm trynna roll up
Wasn't a hit, he trynna pour some
Top shelf, trying to smoke some
She said we f*cked, then I don't know her
Walk in, I'm smelling like loud
She ain't sucking dick, then bitch get out
My lil' bitch pull up with pounds
Yo bitch said she want my child
Lil' bitch I smoke by the ounce
I f*cked yo bitch up in yo house
She finna f*ck, then kick her out
I'm gon' break her back in
Like damn, that ass is clapping
Wipe his nose, just like a napkin
Roll him up, then pack him
Bitch, im at where the bag is
My hoe see you and start laughing
Bitch, go up and down like Mac ten
Glock in my jeans, that's why I'm sagging
She want bring that pack in
You want to f*ck on me, let me know some
Seventeen in a holster
Two bad hoes in my, yeah
Two bad hoes gimme throat, bruh
That spliff, when I'm trynna roll up
Wasn't a hit, he trynna pour some
Top shelf, trying to smoke some
She said we f*cked, then I don't know her
Yeah bitch, tabs what I pop bitch, it's racks over thots
He a rat, bitch he gon' talk, it ain't shit to get him
It ain't shit to get him popped
Yeah, do you ride around with Glocks or not
I get high as astronauts, I light that blunt, lil' bitch I'm blasting off
Talking shit, I ain't gon' laugh at all
Y'all broke, bitch we laugh at y'all
That hoe she get passed like ball
I turnt up, lil' bitch I'm passing y'all
Get no hoes, you don't get no cat at all
I ain't gon' stop, until I have it all
That's yo bitch, she ain't got no ass at all
That's yo blunt, I don't want to hit it
In my bitch, don't want to quit it
At yo function, want to leave it
This not a coupe, but it got chicken
Up a bag, but I want millions
Yeah, my pack could stank a building
This Pakistani hash, the type of weed that got me feining
Sipping by the liter
In my Tesla got my feet up
My bitch got margarita
Eighteen karat from Brasília
All my gold came from Atlantis
All this lean get dropped in Fantas
All these fancy cars and mansions
Aye, I get bags, my bag from Hermes
And my bitch the baddest bitch
And she wear designer purses
I get gas across the ocean
Up the bag, won't let you hold sum
Still pour gin in mango loco
And I'm balling like it's Hoco
Hella trues, I feel like Sosa
Bought the three, I want the roadster
I'm about to sip, I need a coaster
I make racks and love to hold them
Got new money, got the older
And the Tesla dual motor
That's yo blunt, I don't want to hit it
In my bitch, don't want to quit it
At yo function, want to leave it
This not a coupe, but it got chicken
Up a bag, but I want millions
Yeah, my pack could stank a building
This Pakastani hash, the type of weed that got me feining
Sipping by the liter
In my Tesla got my feet up
My bitch got margarita
Eighteen karat from Brasília
