I'm calling her Bae, She calling me Bestie
I gotta go to the next
This shit really numbers
Ain't shit go get me a 10
Ain't shit to go f*ck on my ex
I really been thumbin, These niggas been bummin n shit
And they wonder why they don't contest
She askin how many hoes do I talk to
If I tell , You gon be upset
Yea, I got a complex
Young nigga I feel like a prospect
Want gas I know who to contact
This a brand new blick, I got that
I'm quiet, got that from mama
Punctation, I'm focused on commas
She a baddie she from the bahamas
She a stoner, she smoke marijuana
I done got me a bag, I did
Ouu AP ran it up, I did
Don't ask if I hit, I did
From the bity, so yea I bid
They sayin I'm snappin like fingers
Got a good throat, I think she a singer
1 2 1 2 Hit em with the ringer
I be in the shadows, thats where I linger
Yea I need 100 thousand
Dump the mag, I got my rounds in
She a whore, she wanna pound men
Brody sneaky snuck his loud in
I be high up with the clouds and
Homebody, I be found in
Shoutout my dawg, he houndin
E-Dub, you not allowed in
Let me talk my shit
Everybody will eat, you'll see
Ima make em feel me
He say he gon steal me
He gon have to kill me
You won't see me doing nothing
Ain't linking with nothing
And I'm doin' great
I been workin on my game
Workin on my stack
Gettin to the pape
I'm calling her Bae, She calling me Bestie
I gotta go to the next
This shit really numbers
Ain't shit go get me a 10
Ain't shit to go f*ck on my ex
I really been thumbin, These niggas been bummin n shit
And they wonder why they don't contest
She askin how many hoes do I talk to
If I tell , You gon be upset
You should Know my favorite
Yea I Like how she talk, and take it
And She keep it a bean, don't fake it
I'd wife dat girl, for real
But anyway Back to Program
Niggas doubtin da kid, Ima Show them
Speak highly of them
Now they think I'm below them
I should've listened to bronem
Ay Ay, Yea
Got my balls in her gums, Benson
Got a big ass head like pops
Bae we gotta let off some tension
Thats when we start pouring up shots
My shit like tangled earbud wires
You know pockets filled with knots
D Cup, She got tots
She might Lemme C
Shorty B A Thot
I'm calling her Bae, She calling me Bestie
I gotta go to the next
This shit really numbers
Ain't shit go get me a 10
Ain't shit to go f*ck on my ex
I really been thumbin, These niggas been bummin n shit
And they wonder why they don't contest
She askin how many hoes do I talk to
If I tell , You gon be upset
EWE EWE EWE
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I'm calling her Bae, She calling me Bestie
I gotta go to the next
This shit really numbers
Ain't shit go get me a 10
Ain't shit to go f*ck on my ex
I really been thumbin, These niggas been bummin n shit
And they wonder why they don't contest
She askin how many hoes do I talk to
If I tell , You gon be upset
Yea, I got a complex
Young nigga I feel like a prospect
Want gas I know who to contact
This a brand new blick, I got that
I'm quiet, got that from mama
Punctation, I'm focused on commas
She a baddie she from the bahamas
She a stoner, she smoke marijuana
I done got me a bag, I did
Ouu AP ran it up, I did
Don't ask if I hit, I did
From the bity, so yea I bid
They sayin I'm snappin like fingers
Got a good throat, I think she a singer
1 2 1 2 Hit em with the ringer
I be in the shadows, thats where I linger
Yea I need 100 thousand
Dump the mag, I got my rounds in
She a whore, she wanna pound men
Brody sneaky snuck his loud in
I be high up with the clouds and
Homebody, I be found in
Shoutout my dawg, he houndin
E-Dub, you not allowed in
Let me talk my shit
Everybody will eat, you'll see
Ima make em feel me
He say he gon steal me
He gon have to kill me
You won't see me doing nothing
Ain't linking with nothing
And I'm doin' great
I been workin on my game
Workin on my stack
Gettin to the pape
I'm calling her Bae, She calling me Bestie
I gotta go to the next
This shit really numbers
Ain't shit go get me a 10
Ain't shit to go f*ck on my ex
I really been thumbin, These niggas been bummin n shit
And they wonder why they don't contest
She askin how many hoes do I talk to
If I tell , You gon be upset
You should Know my favorite
Yea I Like how she talk, and take it
And She keep it a bean, don't fake it
I'd wife dat girl, for real
But anyway Back to Program
Niggas doubtin da kid, Ima Show them
Speak highly of them
Now they think I'm below them
I should've listened to bronem
Ay Ay, Yea
Got my balls in her gums, Benson
Got a big ass head like pops
Bae we gotta let off some tension
Thats when we start pouring up shots
My shit like tangled earbud wires
You know pockets filled with knots
D Cup, She got tots
She might Lemme C
Shorty B A Thot
I'm calling her Bae, She calling me Bestie
I gotta go to the next
This shit really numbers
Ain't shit go get me a 10
Ain't shit to go f*ck on my ex
I really been thumbin, These niggas been bummin n shit
And they wonder why they don't contest
She askin how many hoes do I talk to
If I tell , You gon be upset
EWE EWE EWE
I gotta go to the next
This shit really numbers
Ain't shit go get me a 10
Ain't shit to go f*ck on my ex
I really been thumbin, These niggas been bummin n shit
And they wonder why they don't contest
She askin how many hoes do I talk to
If I tell , You gon be upset
Yea, I got a complex
Young nigga I feel like a prospect
Want gas I know who to contact
This a brand new blick, I got that
I'm quiet, got that from mama
Punctation, I'm focused on commas
She a baddie she from the bahamas
She a stoner, she smoke marijuana
I done got me a bag, I did
Ouu AP ran it up, I did
Don't ask if I hit, I did
From the bity, so yea I bid
They sayin I'm snappin like fingers
Got a good throat, I think she a singer
1 2 1 2 Hit em with the ringer
I be in the shadows, thats where I linger
Yea I need 100 thousand
Dump the mag, I got my rounds in
She a whore, she wanna pound men
Brody sneaky snuck his loud in
I be high up with the clouds and
Homebody, I be found in
Shoutout my dawg, he houndin
E-Dub, you not allowed in
Let me talk my shit
Everybody will eat, you'll see
Ima make em feel me
He say he gon steal me
He gon have to kill me
You won't see me doing nothing
Ain't linking with nothing
And I'm doin' great
I been workin on my game
Workin on my stack
Gettin to the pape
I'm calling her Bae, She calling me Bestie
I gotta go to the next
This shit really numbers
Ain't shit go get me a 10
Ain't shit to go f*ck on my ex
I really been thumbin, These niggas been bummin n shit
And they wonder why they don't contest
She askin how many hoes do I talk to
If I tell , You gon be upset
You should Know my favorite
Yea I Like how she talk, and take it
And She keep it a bean, don't fake it
I'd wife dat girl, for real
But anyway Back to Program
Niggas doubtin da kid, Ima Show them
Speak highly of them
Now they think I'm below them
I should've listened to bronem
Ay Ay, Yea
Got my balls in her gums, Benson
Got a big ass head like pops
Bae we gotta let off some tension
Thats when we start pouring up shots
My shit like tangled earbud wires
You know pockets filled with knots
D Cup, She got tots
She might Lemme C
Shorty B A Thot
I'm calling her Bae, She calling me Bestie
I gotta go to the next
This shit really numbers
Ain't shit go get me a 10
Ain't shit to go f*ck on my ex
I really been thumbin, These niggas been bummin n shit
And they wonder why they don't contest
She askin how many hoes do I talk to
If I tell , You gon be upset
EWE EWE EWE
Writer: Prince Z
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