Niggas say they stand on business, they ain't never stand on shit
All these hoes be tryna f*ck on me, might pass em to the clique
Bad bitch just came up in the spot, she walkin' with a twist
Brought hella vibes into the party, two shots of Henny and they lit
300 blackout ripped his body, only thing he seen was light
Smokin' zot while in this booth, I get so high just like a kite
Call this shit here black magic, all these niggas rap cappin
Hatin' niggas on the gram, they on my dick but not havin
Walked out the mall with new Balencis on give a f*ck about no lanvin's
I'm not from Florida, but all these hoes green and a lot of y'all be flaggin
I won't never love again, gave her my heart and then she smashed it
Been bumpin' quanny I might go RTA, give a f*ck about no purple
Hit that one bitch from the back, she movin' slow, I call her Turtle
Punched a nigga in his mouth, he don't got no teeth, I call him Gerber
I know all my bros gon' step, but keep those squares up out your circle
That red beam f*cked up his vision now he got glasses, I call him Urkeil
Got in that jam that boy ain't say a word, cuz twin he so omerta
Speakin down on BLS, this ain't no game, boy we might hurt you
I told lil' Shawty, slide in my spot, she jump right up, just like a hurdle
Don't f*ck with my young niggas, they be crashin' out and you know they like to murder
BLS, we come through black truck and we takin' niggas down
We done made his mama cry, turn that smile into a frown
I know I ain't trim, but ain't you that same nigga got stomped out in the ground?
F*ck nigga say he want smoke with me, we just gon' get him, black and mild
Uh, uh, bitch, I snatched off of the trap
I can't f*ck that hoe again, that pussy wack and she so, haha
That like Cam, you gotta chill
Why the f*ck would I go chill when none of these hoes don't keep it real
All these bitches, they so fake, don't let your bro turn to a snake
Got hella vibes inside this black truck, one hoe ask me if I ate
Free my f*ckin' twin, up out that cell he tryin' to beat that case
Told me she hungry, I hit for a 20 ball, now we finna go on a date
BLSOE, pussy
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Niggas say they stand on business, they ain't never stand on shit
All these hoes be tryna f*ck on me, might pass em to the clique
Bad bitch just came up in the spot, she walkin' with a twist
Brought hella vibes into the party, two shots of Henny and they lit
300 blackout ripped his body, only thing he seen was light
Smokin' zot while in this booth, I get so high just like a kite
Call this shit here black magic, all these niggas rap cappin
Hatin' niggas on the gram, they on my dick but not havin
Walked out the mall with new Balencis on give a f*ck about no lanvin's
I'm not from Florida, but all these hoes green and a lot of y'all be flaggin
I won't never love again, gave her my heart and then she smashed it
Been bumpin' quanny I might go RTA, give a f*ck about no purple
Hit that one bitch from the back, she movin' slow, I call her Turtle
Punched a nigga in his mouth, he don't got no teeth, I call him Gerber
I know all my bros gon' step, but keep those squares up out your circle
That red beam f*cked up his vision now he got glasses, I call him Urkeil
Got in that jam that boy ain't say a word, cuz twin he so omerta
Speakin down on BLS, this ain't no game, boy we might hurt you
I told lil' Shawty, slide in my spot, she jump right up, just like a hurdle
Don't f*ck with my young niggas, they be crashin' out and you know they like to murder
BLS, we come through black truck and we takin' niggas down
We done made his mama cry, turn that smile into a frown
I know I ain't trim, but ain't you that same nigga got stomped out in the ground?
F*ck nigga say he want smoke with me, we just gon' get him, black and mild
Uh, uh, bitch, I snatched off of the trap
I can't f*ck that hoe again, that pussy wack and she so, haha
That like Cam, you gotta chill
Why the f*ck would I go chill when none of these hoes don't keep it real
All these bitches, they so fake, don't let your bro turn to a snake
Got hella vibes inside this black truck, one hoe ask me if I ate
Free my f*ckin' twin, up out that cell he tryin' to beat that case
Told me she hungry, I hit for a 20 ball, now we finna go on a date
BLSOE, pussy
All these hoes be tryna f*ck on me, might pass em to the clique
Bad bitch just came up in the spot, she walkin' with a twist
Brought hella vibes into the party, two shots of Henny and they lit
300 blackout ripped his body, only thing he seen was light
Smokin' zot while in this booth, I get so high just like a kite
Call this shit here black magic, all these niggas rap cappin
Hatin' niggas on the gram, they on my dick but not havin
Walked out the mall with new Balencis on give a f*ck about no lanvin's
I'm not from Florida, but all these hoes green and a lot of y'all be flaggin
I won't never love again, gave her my heart and then she smashed it
Been bumpin' quanny I might go RTA, give a f*ck about no purple
Hit that one bitch from the back, she movin' slow, I call her Turtle
Punched a nigga in his mouth, he don't got no teeth, I call him Gerber
I know all my bros gon' step, but keep those squares up out your circle
That red beam f*cked up his vision now he got glasses, I call him Urkeil
Got in that jam that boy ain't say a word, cuz twin he so omerta
Speakin down on BLS, this ain't no game, boy we might hurt you
I told lil' Shawty, slide in my spot, she jump right up, just like a hurdle
Don't f*ck with my young niggas, they be crashin' out and you know they like to murder
BLS, we come through black truck and we takin' niggas down
We done made his mama cry, turn that smile into a frown
I know I ain't trim, but ain't you that same nigga got stomped out in the ground?
F*ck nigga say he want smoke with me, we just gon' get him, black and mild
Uh, uh, bitch, I snatched off of the trap
I can't f*ck that hoe again, that pussy wack and she so, haha
That like Cam, you gotta chill
Why the f*ck would I go chill when none of these hoes don't keep it real
All these bitches, they so fake, don't let your bro turn to a snake
Got hella vibes inside this black truck, one hoe ask me if I ate
Free my f*ckin' twin, up out that cell he tryin' to beat that case
Told me she hungry, I hit for a 20 ball, now we finna go on a date
BLSOE, pussy
Writer: Cam Cleveland
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