Yeah, I want you pay up then get outta my way
In the benz, bro, we snorting coke everyday
She your fan yo? I f*ck her all night she wanna stay
I called her uber, five am and she still wants to play
Off the pills, bitch, I'm swervin' in your lane
I show you who the god is, I put you through the pain
She is kinda shady, put her on the flight back to Spain
No I got no more time, lady, maybe see you again
Yeah, I keep my .44 by my side
Never trust a bitch, no I never close my eyes
Yeah, pussyboy, better watch your step
We robbed your house, bruh, I was the one who stepped on your neck
I see you wanna talk so you better get back on facts
We don't knock, bro, so you better quit all the acts
I see you wanna talk so you better get back on facts
We don't knock, bro, so you better quit all the acts
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Yeah, I want you pay up then get outta my way
In the benz, bro, we snorting coke everyday
She your fan yo? I f*ck her all night she wanna stay
I called her uber, five am and she still wants to play
Off the pills, bitch, I'm swervin' in your lane
I show you who the god is, I put you through the pain
She is kinda shady, put her on the flight back to Spain
No I got no more time, lady, maybe see you again
Yeah, I keep my .44 by my side
Never trust a bitch, no I never close my eyes
Yeah, pussyboy, better watch your step
We robbed your house, bruh, I was the one who stepped on your neck
I see you wanna talk so you better get back on facts
We don't knock, bro, so you better quit all the acts
I see you wanna talk so you better get back on facts
We don't knock, bro, so you better quit all the acts
In the benz, bro, we snorting coke everyday
She your fan yo? I f*ck her all night she wanna stay
I called her uber, five am and she still wants to play
Off the pills, bitch, I'm swervin' in your lane
I show you who the god is, I put you through the pain
She is kinda shady, put her on the flight back to Spain
No I got no more time, lady, maybe see you again
Yeah, I keep my .44 by my side
Never trust a bitch, no I never close my eyes
Yeah, pussyboy, better watch your step
We robbed your house, bruh, I was the one who stepped on your neck
I see you wanna talk so you better get back on facts
We don't knock, bro, so you better quit all the acts
I see you wanna talk so you better get back on facts
We don't knock, bro, so you better quit all the acts
Writer: Nevada N
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