Wrist, on Audemars, tech automatic
Ice look like television, that shit static
And my bitch head ecstatic
DUNS, that shit tatted
And we drip like Caribbean
You know I'm known for that silly shit
Got hoes, coast to coast
I got hoes in CA
Who know I be in VA
I run the shit like a relay
Pull up, hop out
Niggas running track now
Make my city dance
Walk in, walk out, light fetty bands
Like HA
HA HA HA
Niggas really upset,
These niggas know that I'm next
Wanna give a nigga neck, bitch I don't want no neck
I came to collect
And when I come to collect, I'm coming for necks
She on me
Oh you know me, I'm clean
Bitch you aint talking to me
I slide with a .223
Came out shooting like I'm Kyrie
Niggas chicken like I'm curry
He 6 feet tall, but he 10 feet buried
My niggas shoot
None of your niggas follow through
You aint do, aye, what you came to do
(Aye, aye)
Meet my glizzy, he hold 50
And we f*cking up your city
Spun her around now she dizzy
Pulled it out, it was sticky
Pull up, hop out
Niggas running track now
Party til its blackout
My blicky, that go BLACKOW
Wrist don't tick tock
I got a big Glock
Bru can't sit up
Red stains on his socks
Pull up, hop out
Niggas running track now
Party til its blackout
My blicky, that go BLACKOW
Wrist don't tick tock
I got a big Glock
Bru can't sit up
Red stains on his socks
Off a bean
With the team
500 degrees, and she tryna do me
But I aint easy
This might be a dream and she teasing, let me see it
Look, aigh
I don't mind doing no time just to know my goons fine
It's a fine for that pack cause its coastal
Know my bitch a dime, ass fat cause she coastal
Bitch
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Wrist, on Audemars, tech automatic
Ice look like television, that shit static
And my bitch head ecstatic
DUNS, that shit tatted
And we drip like Caribbean
You know I'm known for that silly shit
Got hoes, coast to coast
I got hoes in CA
Who know I be in VA
I run the shit like a relay
Pull up, hop out
Niggas running track now
Make my city dance
Walk in, walk out, light fetty bands
Like HA
HA HA HA
Niggas really upset,
These niggas know that I'm next
Wanna give a nigga neck, bitch I don't want no neck
I came to collect
And when I come to collect, I'm coming for necks
She on me
Oh you know me, I'm clean
Bitch you aint talking to me
I slide with a .223
Came out shooting like I'm Kyrie
Niggas chicken like I'm curry
He 6 feet tall, but he 10 feet buried
My niggas shoot
None of your niggas follow through
You aint do, aye, what you came to do
(Aye, aye)
Meet my glizzy, he hold 50
And we f*cking up your city
Spun her around now she dizzy
Pulled it out, it was sticky
Pull up, hop out
Niggas running track now
Party til its blackout
My blicky, that go BLACKOW
Wrist don't tick tock
I got a big Glock
Bru can't sit up
Red stains on his socks
Pull up, hop out
Niggas running track now
Party til its blackout
My blicky, that go BLACKOW
Wrist don't tick tock
I got a big Glock
Bru can't sit up
Red stains on his socks
Off a bean
With the team
500 degrees, and she tryna do me
But I aint easy
This might be a dream and she teasing, let me see it
Look, aigh
I don't mind doing no time just to know my goons fine
It's a fine for that pack cause its coastal
Know my bitch a dime, ass fat cause she coastal
Bitch
Ice look like television, that shit static
And my bitch head ecstatic
DUNS, that shit tatted
And we drip like Caribbean
You know I'm known for that silly shit
Got hoes, coast to coast
I got hoes in CA
Who know I be in VA
I run the shit like a relay
Pull up, hop out
Niggas running track now
Make my city dance
Walk in, walk out, light fetty bands
Like HA
HA HA HA
Niggas really upset,
These niggas know that I'm next
Wanna give a nigga neck, bitch I don't want no neck
I came to collect
And when I come to collect, I'm coming for necks
She on me
Oh you know me, I'm clean
Bitch you aint talking to me
I slide with a .223
Came out shooting like I'm Kyrie
Niggas chicken like I'm curry
He 6 feet tall, but he 10 feet buried
My niggas shoot
None of your niggas follow through
You aint do, aye, what you came to do
(Aye, aye)
Meet my glizzy, he hold 50
And we f*cking up your city
Spun her around now she dizzy
Pulled it out, it was sticky
Pull up, hop out
Niggas running track now
Party til its blackout
My blicky, that go BLACKOW
Wrist don't tick tock
I got a big Glock
Bru can't sit up
Red stains on his socks
Pull up, hop out
Niggas running track now
Party til its blackout
My blicky, that go BLACKOW
Wrist don't tick tock
I got a big Glock
Bru can't sit up
Red stains on his socks
Off a bean
With the team
500 degrees, and she tryna do me
But I aint easy
This might be a dream and she teasing, let me see it
Look, aigh
I don't mind doing no time just to know my goons fine
It's a fine for that pack cause its coastal
Know my bitch a dime, ass fat cause she coastal
Bitch
Writer: Lyndon Thompson
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