BYEPØLA - .45 Lyrics

Yuh ayy ayy
Don't give a f*ck if I die I do not like my life huh huh
F*ck your bitch for one night now she tryna be my wife huh huh
Ion got time for a fight I got my .45 huh huh
Feel like I'm Mario huh cause I always got a pipe
I just f*cked your daughter sip on lean like its water
Got a beam on my .45 run up you get slaughtered like
Stupid bitch want my gwala so I went and gave her nada
She said that she want Starbucks that shit aint my problem
Bitch id rather go to the shops and buy my mama Prada
I can never talk to the cops i cant switch on my brothers
If you talking to me wrong you get put 6 feet under
Brace yourself cause when the choppa clap that bitch sound like some thunder
Lean in my cup so you know im never coughing
If a nigga wanna run then im gonna pop him
Ima put a pussy nigga in a motherf*cking coffin
I just took a xan with some liquor i might vomit
Run up you get hit
Choppa flash like a pic
Pop a nigga like a zit
Oh my god check my fit
Got chrome heart on my fit
Goyard on my bag
Check my pants they sag
Put Dior on that
Im high as f*ck im on mars space coupe use button to start
And my mind sharp like a dart
Dye my hair blonde like im Bart
Pussy you think that you smart smart
Pussy you think that you smart(nooooo)
Driving off a xan i might swerve and hit a car(woooahhhh)
Bitch im the man like Chris Brown and 50 cent(50 cent)
Bitch my lean cost your mama house and your lil neighbor rent
F*ck a bad bitch off a xanax and forget
I aint got no wrist band my wrist got a Patek
Watch me flex watch me flex watch me motherf*cking flex
I just copped a brand new whip and now im flexing on my ex
She a broke lil bitch she be riding transit
Know she thinking bout me all the time cause BYEPOLA the best