She wanna f*ck me for a dime, told that lil bitch she a freak
Yo bitch a fan, she got my song up on repeat,
Brudder beating on that dog, got em barkin' off the leash
Fat shit hit the wrong side, striker fat without the key
Up the flash on a bitch, I told her strike a pose
My brother ridin' with that dirty, he got all 4's
They ask me how I got it, bitch, I got it off these phone
This-this trey, f*ckin' around with that dawg
Im gone get it gone
Bitch shakin' ass and she damn near a pro,
Baby ass fat, told her let a nigga crack
Long Live Nasir, talk down, you get wacked
And this a fat sorento, told blood spark a black
Up in mode, where the hoes and im trying to get em gone
Bitty in the party shaking ass in some thongs,
Bitches trying to crack, and you know its right or wrong
Hop fat in the bitch, boys flick we get em gone
Long Live Nas, Mr. Talk shit last nigga tried to diss put his ass in a zip
Fat shit dashcam, finna uploud the score
Bitch' im on 39th, where the f*ck is the hoes
She got fat wham, bitch' im trying to crack it
Bad lil' bitch in the back, wham wack it
Fat sorento, dogging this bitch in traffic
Me and blood in a strike, district 6 they cant catch this
"Dummies"
Bad-bad bitch trying to f*ck, heard she got a whan im trying to put it in her guts
Thick bitch' off the lows, she damn near let the team f*ck
Bitch-bitch i dont want you, but your best she a slut
Yuh, rest in piece to nas, on the g get you finned in
We really smokeing on they niggas where they mans at
If bro told me up it, swer to got im going to shoot it
I aint got shit to say, you stupid nigga, im going to prove it
Brody haging out the window, shit i swer my niggas ruthless
We catch him out of bounds, that to shots just for moving
They know not to slide, cause they car we will flip it
So im on center street catching heads, and im tipping
And no im not done, brudder punch me back in
Every time they make a post, i tell my lil' nigga spin again
Ay its cold right now, ay 40 leave a nigga freezing in the wind
Bullets hit the back of his head, it came out his chin
And if he in school we beat his ass, night time you better spin again
Um yeah
Lil'nigga you better spin again
Im really throwed as a bitch smoking on your man
With This backwood in my mouth watch me hit my dance
And i aint gone stop sliding until i hit many man
Reloud the clip go back around im finna send again
He think he tuff making them posts, im going to really spin
Know that back door open stupid better watch your mans
"Dummie"
You know that back door open dummie better watch yo mans.
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She wanna f*ck me for a dime, told that lil bitch she a freak
Yo bitch a fan, she got my song up on repeat,
Brudder beating on that dog, got em barkin' off the leash
Fat shit hit the wrong side, striker fat without the key
Up the flash on a bitch, I told her strike a pose
My brother ridin' with that dirty, he got all 4's
They ask me how I got it, bitch, I got it off these phone
This-this trey, f*ckin' around with that dawg
Im gone get it gone
Bitch shakin' ass and she damn near a pro,
Baby ass fat, told her let a nigga crack
Long Live Nasir, talk down, you get wacked
And this a fat sorento, told blood spark a black
Up in mode, where the hoes and im trying to get em gone
Bitty in the party shaking ass in some thongs,
Bitches trying to crack, and you know its right or wrong
Hop fat in the bitch, boys flick we get em gone
Long Live Nas, Mr. Talk shit last nigga tried to diss put his ass in a zip
Fat shit dashcam, finna uploud the score
Bitch' im on 39th, where the f*ck is the hoes
She got fat wham, bitch' im trying to crack it
Bad lil' bitch in the back, wham wack it
Fat sorento, dogging this bitch in traffic
Me and blood in a strike, district 6 they cant catch this
"Dummies"
Bad-bad bitch trying to f*ck, heard she got a whan im trying to put it in her guts
Thick bitch' off the lows, she damn near let the team f*ck
Bitch-bitch i dont want you, but your best she a slut
Yuh, rest in piece to nas, on the g get you finned in
We really smokeing on they niggas where they mans at
If bro told me up it, swer to got im going to shoot it
I aint got shit to say, you stupid nigga, im going to prove it
Brody haging out the window, shit i swer my niggas ruthless
We catch him out of bounds, that to shots just for moving
They know not to slide, cause they car we will flip it
So im on center street catching heads, and im tipping
And no im not done, brudder punch me back in
Every time they make a post, i tell my lil' nigga spin again
Ay its cold right now, ay 40 leave a nigga freezing in the wind
Bullets hit the back of his head, it came out his chin
And if he in school we beat his ass, night time you better spin again
Um yeah
Lil'nigga you better spin again
Im really throwed as a bitch smoking on your man
With This backwood in my mouth watch me hit my dance
And i aint gone stop sliding until i hit many man
Reloud the clip go back around im finna send again
He think he tuff making them posts, im going to really spin
Know that back door open stupid better watch your mans
"Dummie"
You know that back door open dummie better watch yo mans.
Yo bitch a fan, she got my song up on repeat,
Brudder beating on that dog, got em barkin' off the leash
Fat shit hit the wrong side, striker fat without the key
Up the flash on a bitch, I told her strike a pose
My brother ridin' with that dirty, he got all 4's
They ask me how I got it, bitch, I got it off these phone
This-this trey, f*ckin' around with that dawg
Im gone get it gone
Bitch shakin' ass and she damn near a pro,
Baby ass fat, told her let a nigga crack
Long Live Nasir, talk down, you get wacked
And this a fat sorento, told blood spark a black
Up in mode, where the hoes and im trying to get em gone
Bitty in the party shaking ass in some thongs,
Bitches trying to crack, and you know its right or wrong
Hop fat in the bitch, boys flick we get em gone
Long Live Nas, Mr. Talk shit last nigga tried to diss put his ass in a zip
Fat shit dashcam, finna uploud the score
Bitch' im on 39th, where the f*ck is the hoes
She got fat wham, bitch' im trying to crack it
Bad lil' bitch in the back, wham wack it
Fat sorento, dogging this bitch in traffic
Me and blood in a strike, district 6 they cant catch this
"Dummies"
Bad-bad bitch trying to f*ck, heard she got a whan im trying to put it in her guts
Thick bitch' off the lows, she damn near let the team f*ck
Bitch-bitch i dont want you, but your best she a slut
Yuh, rest in piece to nas, on the g get you finned in
We really smokeing on they niggas where they mans at
If bro told me up it, swer to got im going to shoot it
I aint got shit to say, you stupid nigga, im going to prove it
Brody haging out the window, shit i swer my niggas ruthless
We catch him out of bounds, that to shots just for moving
They know not to slide, cause they car we will flip it
So im on center street catching heads, and im tipping
And no im not done, brudder punch me back in
Every time they make a post, i tell my lil' nigga spin again
Ay its cold right now, ay 40 leave a nigga freezing in the wind
Bullets hit the back of his head, it came out his chin
And if he in school we beat his ass, night time you better spin again
Um yeah
Lil'nigga you better spin again
Im really throwed as a bitch smoking on your man
With This backwood in my mouth watch me hit my dance
And i aint gone stop sliding until i hit many man
Reloud the clip go back around im finna send again
He think he tuff making them posts, im going to really spin
Know that back door open stupid better watch your mans
"Dummie"
You know that back door open dummie better watch yo mans.
Writer: CJ Hills
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid