Spooky ahh beat, I don't even know how this bitch finna go
Drop that bitch
Huh, huh, uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh
Man, f*ck all these ad-libs, let me just go straight in
Go
I don't build bridges, I burn 'em
F*cked a lesbian girl, said I turned her
I'll
Tweak bout my racks, boy, I'm determined
Don't stop believing in the Glock like I'm singing Journey
Shot a few shots, made them boys leave up on a gurney
I ain't worried bout no motherf*cking charges
Got me a Jewish attorney
They tried to pull up late night and they met they death early
One of my opps like twenty-nine
His ass ain't living past thirty
Had a threesome with two opp bitches
They both taking they turnings
Can't give 'em no damn ring, but I'll put a chain on they neck if they worthy
Show me a rack, go pull out a band
My shooter at the ATM, ready rob you again
Trap baby, I was raised just beating a pan
I ain't seen them walls, I ain't been in the pen
But if I get locked up, then I'm locked in
Got gang members for protection
F*ck a new chain, I might buy me some land
I see a bitch to drop D on, Celine
The bitch that I'm with say she got a man
I don't give a f*ck, she still dropping that neck
Hope it's your bitch that just got the train ran
Think that she loyal, you retarded, Rain Man
She hung up the FaceTime call, said"Yeah, that's him"
Tell her turn her phone off, I don't care bout nan
I don't care about shit
Ain't scared of nobody, I don't run from nothing
Don't run from nothing, not a track star
They scared of me cause I trapped hard
Made so much money, got a black card
Pulled up late night in a black car
I just got head from a black broad
I just got head from a what
Bang, bang
Feel like baby Chief Keef, yeah, I feel like lil' Sosa
Spaceship inside of my whip
I got me a lil' flying saucer
Used to serve gas, now I'm serving bullets
And pussy boy, I'm mobile
I thought the lil' bitch wanted some racks
Turns out she just wanted bofa
She wanna stay for the night
Told her that I ain't noble
She can act like she don't know my name
She know PG global
They know my name, all across the world, lil' bro
I might just f*ck around, f*ck around
With a British bitch, she call me her lil' bloke
But you know if you f*ck around, you f*ck around
You f*ck around, get smoked
Mm-hm
I gotta go
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Spooky ahh beat, I don't even know how this bitch finna go
Drop that bitch
Huh, huh, uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh
Man, f*ck all these ad-libs, let me just go straight in
Go
I don't build bridges, I burn 'em
F*cked a lesbian girl, said I turned her
I'll
Tweak bout my racks, boy, I'm determined
Don't stop believing in the Glock like I'm singing Journey
Shot a few shots, made them boys leave up on a gurney
I ain't worried bout no motherf*cking charges
Got me a Jewish attorney
They tried to pull up late night and they met they death early
One of my opps like twenty-nine
His ass ain't living past thirty
Had a threesome with two opp bitches
They both taking they turnings
Can't give 'em no damn ring, but I'll put a chain on they neck if they worthy
Show me a rack, go pull out a band
My shooter at the ATM, ready rob you again
Trap baby, I was raised just beating a pan
I ain't seen them walls, I ain't been in the pen
But if I get locked up, then I'm locked in
Got gang members for protection
F*ck a new chain, I might buy me some land
I see a bitch to drop D on, Celine
The bitch that I'm with say she got a man
I don't give a f*ck, she still dropping that neck
Hope it's your bitch that just got the train ran
Think that she loyal, you retarded, Rain Man
She hung up the FaceTime call, said"Yeah, that's him"
Tell her turn her phone off, I don't care bout nan
I don't care about shit
Ain't scared of nobody, I don't run from nothing
Don't run from nothing, not a track star
They scared of me cause I trapped hard
Made so much money, got a black card
Pulled up late night in a black car
I just got head from a black broad
I just got head from a what
Bang, bang
Feel like baby Chief Keef, yeah, I feel like lil' Sosa
Spaceship inside of my whip
I got me a lil' flying saucer
Used to serve gas, now I'm serving bullets
And pussy boy, I'm mobile
I thought the lil' bitch wanted some racks
Turns out she just wanted bofa
She wanna stay for the night
Told her that I ain't noble
She can act like she don't know my name
She know PG global
They know my name, all across the world, lil' bro
I might just f*ck around, f*ck around
With a British bitch, she call me her lil' bloke
But you know if you f*ck around, you f*ck around
You f*ck around, get smoked
Mm-hm
I gotta go
Drop that bitch
Huh, huh, uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh
Man, f*ck all these ad-libs, let me just go straight in
Go
I don't build bridges, I burn 'em
F*cked a lesbian girl, said I turned her
I'll
Tweak bout my racks, boy, I'm determined
Don't stop believing in the Glock like I'm singing Journey
Shot a few shots, made them boys leave up on a gurney
I ain't worried bout no motherf*cking charges
Got me a Jewish attorney
They tried to pull up late night and they met they death early
One of my opps like twenty-nine
His ass ain't living past thirty
Had a threesome with two opp bitches
They both taking they turnings
Can't give 'em no damn ring, but I'll put a chain on they neck if they worthy
Show me a rack, go pull out a band
My shooter at the ATM, ready rob you again
Trap baby, I was raised just beating a pan
I ain't seen them walls, I ain't been in the pen
But if I get locked up, then I'm locked in
Got gang members for protection
F*ck a new chain, I might buy me some land
I see a bitch to drop D on, Celine
The bitch that I'm with say she got a man
I don't give a f*ck, she still dropping that neck
Hope it's your bitch that just got the train ran
Think that she loyal, you retarded, Rain Man
She hung up the FaceTime call, said"Yeah, that's him"
Tell her turn her phone off, I don't care bout nan
I don't care about shit
Ain't scared of nobody, I don't run from nothing
Don't run from nothing, not a track star
They scared of me cause I trapped hard
Made so much money, got a black card
Pulled up late night in a black car
I just got head from a black broad
I just got head from a what
Bang, bang
Feel like baby Chief Keef, yeah, I feel like lil' Sosa
Spaceship inside of my whip
I got me a lil' flying saucer
Used to serve gas, now I'm serving bullets
And pussy boy, I'm mobile
I thought the lil' bitch wanted some racks
Turns out she just wanted bofa
She wanna stay for the night
Told her that I ain't noble
She can act like she don't know my name
She know PG global
They know my name, all across the world, lil' bro
I might just f*ck around, f*ck around
With a British bitch, she call me her lil' bloke
But you know if you f*ck around, you f*ck around
You f*ck around, get smoked
Mm-hm
I gotta go
Writer: Brian Washington
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