Wtf,
F*ck nigga aint finna miss these bullets
That boy outta luck, (phew phew)
Had to tell CK, to chill with that swervin'
I was filling my double cup, (cup)
I'm starting to get anxious
I f*cked this thot bitch,
Then my rubber, (bust?)
Got a few things in this backpack,
Money, glock, weed, wock,
I got what you need like one stop shop,
Margiela margiela all on the clock (clock),
These numbers is all i see, (i see)
F-fly young nigga hopping out new V,
See 12 at the spot had to get out the scene,
H-hold on,
So many voices up in my head, Them demons tryna go cray,
Everyday countin guap (guap)
Been in it since "8th" grade (grade),
Smokin reef i cannot stop,
I'm playing with bands why would i stop? (what?)
Send him to Allah,
Bad bitch ate me up she got lock jaw (dmn)
(No)
Can't f*ck with u niggas no,
Getting rich i cant go broke,
Bih sent airpod lo'
We slimin' him out rando,
Stackin this bread real tall jengo,
Got a red dot beam pointed at ur nose (phew) (phew)
Wtf,
F*ck nigga aint finna miss these bullets
That boy outta luck, (phew phew)
Had to tell CK, to chill with that swervin'
I was filling my double cup, (cup)
I'm starting to get anxious
I f*cked this thot bitch,
Then my rubber, (bust?)
Got a few things in this backpack,
Money, glock, weed, wock,
I got what you need like one stop shop,
Margiela margiela all on the clock (clock),
These numbers is all i see, (i see)
F-fly young nigga hopping out new V,
See 12 at the spot had to clear out the scene,
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Wtf,
F*ck nigga aint finna miss these bullets
That boy outta luck, (phew phew)
Had to tell CK, to chill with that swervin'
I was filling my double cup, (cup)
I'm starting to get anxious
I f*cked this thot bitch,
Then my rubber, (bust?)
Got a few things in this backpack,
Money, glock, weed, wock,
I got what you need like one stop shop,
Margiela margiela all on the clock (clock),
These numbers is all i see, (i see)
F-fly young nigga hopping out new V,
See 12 at the spot had to get out the scene,
H-hold on,
So many voices up in my head, Them demons tryna go cray,
Everyday countin guap (guap)
Been in it since "8th" grade (grade),
Smokin reef i cannot stop,
I'm playing with bands why would i stop? (what?)
Send him to Allah,
Bad bitch ate me up she got lock jaw (dmn)
(No)
Can't f*ck with u niggas no,
Getting rich i cant go broke,
Bih sent airpod lo'
We slimin' him out rando,
Stackin this bread real tall jengo,
Got a red dot beam pointed at ur nose (phew) (phew)
Wtf,
F*ck nigga aint finna miss these bullets
That boy outta luck, (phew phew)
Had to tell CK, to chill with that swervin'
I was filling my double cup, (cup)
I'm starting to get anxious
I f*cked this thot bitch,
Then my rubber, (bust?)
Got a few things in this backpack,
Money, glock, weed, wock,
I got what you need like one stop shop,
Margiela margiela all on the clock (clock),
These numbers is all i see, (i see)
F-fly young nigga hopping out new V,
See 12 at the spot had to clear out the scene,
F*ck nigga aint finna miss these bullets
That boy outta luck, (phew phew)
Had to tell CK, to chill with that swervin'
I was filling my double cup, (cup)
I'm starting to get anxious
I f*cked this thot bitch,
Then my rubber, (bust?)
Got a few things in this backpack,
Money, glock, weed, wock,
I got what you need like one stop shop,
Margiela margiela all on the clock (clock),
These numbers is all i see, (i see)
F-fly young nigga hopping out new V,
See 12 at the spot had to get out the scene,
H-hold on,
So many voices up in my head, Them demons tryna go cray,
Everyday countin guap (guap)
Been in it since "8th" grade (grade),
Smokin reef i cannot stop,
I'm playing with bands why would i stop? (what?)
Send him to Allah,
Bad bitch ate me up she got lock jaw (dmn)
(No)
Can't f*ck with u niggas no,
Getting rich i cant go broke,
Bih sent airpod lo'
We slimin' him out rando,
Stackin this bread real tall jengo,
Got a red dot beam pointed at ur nose (phew) (phew)
Wtf,
F*ck nigga aint finna miss these bullets
That boy outta luck, (phew phew)
Had to tell CK, to chill with that swervin'
I was filling my double cup, (cup)
I'm starting to get anxious
I f*cked this thot bitch,
Then my rubber, (bust?)
Got a few things in this backpack,
Money, glock, weed, wock,
I got what you need like one stop shop,
Margiela margiela all on the clock (clock),
These numbers is all i see, (i see)
F-fly young nigga hopping out new V,
See 12 at the spot had to clear out the scene,
Writer: reshod herring
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