F*ck a friendship I'm tryna get sexual
You a thottie don't know why I'm stressing you
You tryna line me but I'm way ahead of you
Bend through that block tryna knock off a dread
I know a rapper keep dissing caught a shot to the leg
You a bitch don't live what you rap
Before all the sliding I was in the trap
If you tax on the drugs then I'm taking your pack
I need the money give a f*ck about beef
Tell Momma I'm sorry I'm in love with the streets
Outside it get cold Gotta tote on my heat
And I'm YGK no I don't tote G's
He was ducking the skap when he ran into me
Back out in tryna leave the boy leaking
Push up on me what the f*ck was you thinking
And I'm sipping on tris don't ask what I'm drinking
Opp thots on my body always ask when we linking
Always tryna up score that's what I be thinking
I ain't missing my target bitch i'ma get up close
Bro caught a body he feel like the goat
Beef with the whole city so I gotta tote
Like these niggas wanna take me out my glow
I ain't linking that bitch if I don't got the pole
Heard she was the line but I'm still gone go
F*ck a friendship I'm tryna get sexual
You a thottie don't know why I'm stressing you
You tryna line me but I'm way ahead of you
Bend through that block tryna knock off a dread
I know a rapper keep dissing caught a shot to the leg
You a bitch don't live what you rap
Before all the sliding I was in the trap
If you tax on the drugs then I'm taking your pack
I need the money give a f*ck about beef
Tell Momma I'm sorry I'm in love with the streets
Outside it get cold Gotta tote on my heat
And I'm YGK no I don't tote G's
He was ducking the skap when he ran into me
Back out in tryna leave the boy leaking
Push up on me what the f*ck was you thinking
And I'm sipping on tris don't ask what I'm drinking
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F*ck a friendship I'm tryna get sexual
You a thottie don't know why I'm stressing you
You tryna line me but I'm way ahead of you
Bend through that block tryna knock off a dread
I know a rapper keep dissing caught a shot to the leg
You a bitch don't live what you rap
Before all the sliding I was in the trap
If you tax on the drugs then I'm taking your pack
I need the money give a f*ck about beef
Tell Momma I'm sorry I'm in love with the streets
Outside it get cold Gotta tote on my heat
And I'm YGK no I don't tote G's
He was ducking the skap when he ran into me
Back out in tryna leave the boy leaking
Push up on me what the f*ck was you thinking
And I'm sipping on tris don't ask what I'm drinking
Opp thots on my body always ask when we linking
Always tryna up score that's what I be thinking
I ain't missing my target bitch i'ma get up close
Bro caught a body he feel like the goat
Beef with the whole city so I gotta tote
Like these niggas wanna take me out my glow
I ain't linking that bitch if I don't got the pole
Heard she was the line but I'm still gone go
F*ck a friendship I'm tryna get sexual
You a thottie don't know why I'm stressing you
You tryna line me but I'm way ahead of you
Bend through that block tryna knock off a dread
I know a rapper keep dissing caught a shot to the leg
You a bitch don't live what you rap
Before all the sliding I was in the trap
If you tax on the drugs then I'm taking your pack
I need the money give a f*ck about beef
Tell Momma I'm sorry I'm in love with the streets
Outside it get cold Gotta tote on my heat
And I'm YGK no I don't tote G's
He was ducking the skap when he ran into me
Back out in tryna leave the boy leaking
Push up on me what the f*ck was you thinking
And I'm sipping on tris don't ask what I'm drinking
You a thottie don't know why I'm stressing you
You tryna line me but I'm way ahead of you
Bend through that block tryna knock off a dread
I know a rapper keep dissing caught a shot to the leg
You a bitch don't live what you rap
Before all the sliding I was in the trap
If you tax on the drugs then I'm taking your pack
I need the money give a f*ck about beef
Tell Momma I'm sorry I'm in love with the streets
Outside it get cold Gotta tote on my heat
And I'm YGK no I don't tote G's
He was ducking the skap when he ran into me
Back out in tryna leave the boy leaking
Push up on me what the f*ck was you thinking
And I'm sipping on tris don't ask what I'm drinking
Opp thots on my body always ask when we linking
Always tryna up score that's what I be thinking
I ain't missing my target bitch i'ma get up close
Bro caught a body he feel like the goat
Beef with the whole city so I gotta tote
Like these niggas wanna take me out my glow
I ain't linking that bitch if I don't got the pole
Heard she was the line but I'm still gone go
F*ck a friendship I'm tryna get sexual
You a thottie don't know why I'm stressing you
You tryna line me but I'm way ahead of you
Bend through that block tryna knock off a dread
I know a rapper keep dissing caught a shot to the leg
You a bitch don't live what you rap
Before all the sliding I was in the trap
If you tax on the drugs then I'm taking your pack
I need the money give a f*ck about beef
Tell Momma I'm sorry I'm in love with the streets
Outside it get cold Gotta tote on my heat
And I'm YGK no I don't tote G's
He was ducking the skap when he ran into me
Back out in tryna leave the boy leaking
Push up on me what the f*ck was you thinking
And I'm sipping on tris don't ask what I'm drinking
Writer: Melachi Miller
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