Yeah, all my bitches mean
Keep a 30 in her purse and she gon buss it, f*ck you mean
I might get a nigga hurt, yeah, hit a nigga spleen
They gon' swear he bout that action 'til I pull up with the beam
I got real mob ties
Real big B's
All that cappin' on the net boy we gon pull up real deep
Nah, I cant f*ck with shawty
She a clout fiend
I got benjis in my pocket aint no lincolns in these jeans
Yeah, all my chains froze I got ice with the link
Nigga what you think, yeah
Pockets never shrink, yeah
All my diamonds cold make a nigga rock a mink, yeah
F*ckin' all these hos I might buy that bitch some minks, yeah
Whole lotta dirty money had to clean it in the sink
Yeah, I know these niggas plottin' trust me nigga i ain't sleep, hmm
It ain't nothin' to a youngin' i can find out where you sleep, hmm
I just bought your whole wardrobe times 3, hmm
I ain't really got time
Stop hittin' my line
I ain't close to my prime
Just me and my slime
Had to hit decline
Almost lost my mind
I was down and bad
Then got on my grind
Yeah
Hol' up
Tryna kill my vibe
Can't kill my vibe
Lil ho she bad
Lil ho she fine
But a bitch can't f*ck up my life
Did it once can't do that twice
Yeah
Yeah, all my bitches mean
Keep a 30 in her purse and she gon buss it, f*ck you mean
I might get a nigga hurt, yeah, hit a nigga spleen
They gon' swear he bout that action 'til I pull up with the beam
I got real mob ties
Real big B's
All that cappin' on the net boy we gon' pull up real deep
Nah, I cant f*ck with shawty
She a clout fiend
I got benjis in my pocket aint no lincolns in these jeans
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Yeah, all my bitches mean
Keep a 30 in her purse and she gon buss it, f*ck you mean
I might get a nigga hurt, yeah, hit a nigga spleen
They gon' swear he bout that action 'til I pull up with the beam
I got real mob ties
Real big B's
All that cappin' on the net boy we gon pull up real deep
Nah, I cant f*ck with shawty
She a clout fiend
I got benjis in my pocket aint no lincolns in these jeans
Yeah, all my chains froze I got ice with the link
Nigga what you think, yeah
Pockets never shrink, yeah
All my diamonds cold make a nigga rock a mink, yeah
F*ckin' all these hos I might buy that bitch some minks, yeah
Whole lotta dirty money had to clean it in the sink
Yeah, I know these niggas plottin' trust me nigga i ain't sleep, hmm
It ain't nothin' to a youngin' i can find out where you sleep, hmm
I just bought your whole wardrobe times 3, hmm
I ain't really got time
Stop hittin' my line
I ain't close to my prime
Just me and my slime
Had to hit decline
Almost lost my mind
I was down and bad
Then got on my grind
Yeah
Hol' up
Tryna kill my vibe
Can't kill my vibe
Lil ho she bad
Lil ho she fine
But a bitch can't f*ck up my life
Did it once can't do that twice
Yeah
Yeah, all my bitches mean
Keep a 30 in her purse and she gon buss it, f*ck you mean
I might get a nigga hurt, yeah, hit a nigga spleen
They gon' swear he bout that action 'til I pull up with the beam
I got real mob ties
Real big B's
All that cappin' on the net boy we gon' pull up real deep
Nah, I cant f*ck with shawty
She a clout fiend
I got benjis in my pocket aint no lincolns in these jeans
Keep a 30 in her purse and she gon buss it, f*ck you mean
I might get a nigga hurt, yeah, hit a nigga spleen
They gon' swear he bout that action 'til I pull up with the beam
I got real mob ties
Real big B's
All that cappin' on the net boy we gon pull up real deep
Nah, I cant f*ck with shawty
She a clout fiend
I got benjis in my pocket aint no lincolns in these jeans
Yeah, all my chains froze I got ice with the link
Nigga what you think, yeah
Pockets never shrink, yeah
All my diamonds cold make a nigga rock a mink, yeah
F*ckin' all these hos I might buy that bitch some minks, yeah
Whole lotta dirty money had to clean it in the sink
Yeah, I know these niggas plottin' trust me nigga i ain't sleep, hmm
It ain't nothin' to a youngin' i can find out where you sleep, hmm
I just bought your whole wardrobe times 3, hmm
I ain't really got time
Stop hittin' my line
I ain't close to my prime
Just me and my slime
Had to hit decline
Almost lost my mind
I was down and bad
Then got on my grind
Yeah
Hol' up
Tryna kill my vibe
Can't kill my vibe
Lil ho she bad
Lil ho she fine
But a bitch can't f*ck up my life
Did it once can't do that twice
Yeah
Yeah, all my bitches mean
Keep a 30 in her purse and she gon buss it, f*ck you mean
I might get a nigga hurt, yeah, hit a nigga spleen
They gon' swear he bout that action 'til I pull up with the beam
I got real mob ties
Real big B's
All that cappin' on the net boy we gon' pull up real deep
Nah, I cant f*ck with shawty
She a clout fiend
I got benjis in my pocket aint no lincolns in these jeans
Writer: Isaiah Hugley
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