That's how it works, yo!
Me and my dawgs
Bitch we are buddy buddy
I chase racks, not no women dirty cuddy
In 1st grade, got love letters in my cubby
Declined em all
Bitch, I'm married to the money
Got racks It's not even funny
Money is everything
Man, the weather is so sunny!
F*ck with me lil bitch u finna fall
Topple over like the Berlin Wall
Worse than getting shot
Bitch u is so soft
Homies gonna shoot guns
And it ain't even airsoft!
Guillotine style execution
Coming at me with no jurisdiction
A goth bitch happy, f*cking fiction
Bodies in my closet
Imma need a crucifixion
Say I'm a softie
Boy, that is some serious contradiction
We be doing math with the cash
We making additions
People wanna send me a text
Call it a transmission bitch!
Play wit me?
Boy, I'm just rich
They wanna know what I'm doing, shit!
But they wanna f*ck around
Yea, we going wild wit it!
Bodies in my closet, yea
Bodies in my closet
F*cking around with what I'm doin
I ain't doin shit
Gbay on the track bitch
You know how I do it
Yea bitch
F*ck wit me for a second!
Me and the homies
Yea we buddy buddy
I might throw a scythe
At yo head call it a swipe
Like a lil crop, lil bitch finna be ripe
All the opps unconscious when
I hit em with this pipe!
Me and bro we a gang
Blow shit up with a bang
Like a bomb we don't hang
Bitch don't wanna f*ck around
That bitch wanna f*ckin hang
Like a f*cking emo girl
They cut em off
And you know
She feel like you
But hey bitch
Just f*cking die!
Me and my dawgs
Bitch we are buddy buddy
I chase racks, not no women dirty cuddy
In 1st grade, got love letters in my cubby
Declined em all
Bitch, I'm married to the money
Got racks It's not even funny
Money is everything
Man, the weather is so sunny!
F*ck with me lil bitch u finna fall
Topple over like the Berlin Wall
Worse than getting shot
Bitch u is so soft
Homies shoot guns
And it ain't even airsoft!
Bitch!
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That's how it works, yo!
Me and my dawgs
Bitch we are buddy buddy
I chase racks, not no women dirty cuddy
In 1st grade, got love letters in my cubby
Declined em all
Bitch, I'm married to the money
Got racks It's not even funny
Money is everything
Man, the weather is so sunny!
F*ck with me lil bitch u finna fall
Topple over like the Berlin Wall
Worse than getting shot
Bitch u is so soft
Homies gonna shoot guns
And it ain't even airsoft!
Guillotine style execution
Coming at me with no jurisdiction
A goth bitch happy, f*cking fiction
Bodies in my closet
Imma need a crucifixion
Say I'm a softie
Boy, that is some serious contradiction
We be doing math with the cash
We making additions
People wanna send me a text
Call it a transmission bitch!
Play wit me?
Boy, I'm just rich
They wanna know what I'm doing, shit!
But they wanna f*ck around
Yea, we going wild wit it!
Bodies in my closet, yea
Bodies in my closet
F*cking around with what I'm doin
I ain't doin shit
Gbay on the track bitch
You know how I do it
Yea bitch
F*ck wit me for a second!
Me and the homies
Yea we buddy buddy
I might throw a scythe
At yo head call it a swipe
Like a lil crop, lil bitch finna be ripe
All the opps unconscious when
I hit em with this pipe!
Me and bro we a gang
Blow shit up with a bang
Like a bomb we don't hang
Bitch don't wanna f*ck around
That bitch wanna f*ckin hang
Like a f*cking emo girl
They cut em off
And you know
She feel like you
But hey bitch
Just f*cking die!
Me and my dawgs
Bitch we are buddy buddy
I chase racks, not no women dirty cuddy
In 1st grade, got love letters in my cubby
Declined em all
Bitch, I'm married to the money
Got racks It's not even funny
Money is everything
Man, the weather is so sunny!
F*ck with me lil bitch u finna fall
Topple over like the Berlin Wall
Worse than getting shot
Bitch u is so soft
Homies shoot guns
And it ain't even airsoft!
Bitch!
Me and my dawgs
Bitch we are buddy buddy
I chase racks, not no women dirty cuddy
In 1st grade, got love letters in my cubby
Declined em all
Bitch, I'm married to the money
Got racks It's not even funny
Money is everything
Man, the weather is so sunny!
F*ck with me lil bitch u finna fall
Topple over like the Berlin Wall
Worse than getting shot
Bitch u is so soft
Homies gonna shoot guns
And it ain't even airsoft!
Guillotine style execution
Coming at me with no jurisdiction
A goth bitch happy, f*cking fiction
Bodies in my closet
Imma need a crucifixion
Say I'm a softie
Boy, that is some serious contradiction
We be doing math with the cash
We making additions
People wanna send me a text
Call it a transmission bitch!
Play wit me?
Boy, I'm just rich
They wanna know what I'm doing, shit!
But they wanna f*ck around
Yea, we going wild wit it!
Bodies in my closet, yea
Bodies in my closet
F*cking around with what I'm doin
I ain't doin shit
Gbay on the track bitch
You know how I do it
Yea bitch
F*ck wit me for a second!
Me and the homies
Yea we buddy buddy
I might throw a scythe
At yo head call it a swipe
Like a lil crop, lil bitch finna be ripe
All the opps unconscious when
I hit em with this pipe!
Me and bro we a gang
Blow shit up with a bang
Like a bomb we don't hang
Bitch don't wanna f*ck around
That bitch wanna f*ckin hang
Like a f*cking emo girl
They cut em off
And you know
She feel like you
But hey bitch
Just f*cking die!
Me and my dawgs
Bitch we are buddy buddy
I chase racks, not no women dirty cuddy
In 1st grade, got love letters in my cubby
Declined em all
Bitch, I'm married to the money
Got racks It's not even funny
Money is everything
Man, the weather is so sunny!
F*ck with me lil bitch u finna fall
Topple over like the Berlin Wall
Worse than getting shot
Bitch u is so soft
Homies shoot guns
And it ain't even airsoft!
Bitch!
Writer: Gatik Gupta
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