He mad his bitch want f*ck on me
Stop playing lil boy you know that you look up to me
Why this nigga keep tryna flex these hoes
That don't mean none to me
Huh like nigga I'm flexing these Chos yea I got money
Huh, what that's why he look up to me
That's why they look up to me
Like why his bitch want f*ck on me
And I pray that boy run up I got that gun on me
I'ma let that choppa sing like please run up on me
Huh, Pull up on a Jet, huh got his lil hoe wet
Nigga keep talking on the net (huh), pussy nigga say it with ya chest (yea)
Shot his friend, who next, like his hoe like the way I flex
Huh dissing on my set we cut your neck we cut your neck
How your homeboy died but you still tryna diss on the X
Your hoe pulled up on me said she want sex
Hoe tryna break up wit me I'm like who next (which one which one)
I run that shit up lil boy then I f*ck up a check
He mad his bitch want f*ck on me
Stop playing lil boy you know that you look up to me
Why this nigga keep tryna flex these hoes
That don't mean none to me
Huh like nigga I'm flexing these Chos yea I got money
Huh, what that's why he look up to me
That's why they look up to me
Like why his bitch want f*ck on me
And I pray that boy run up I got that gun on me
Like let that choppa sing like please run up on me
I get this shit started, like your hoe said she like to party
I get geeked off Molly like f*ck your hoe don't do no stalling
No I don't need no stylist, huh we shoot that boy wit silence
Your hoe yell my name like Byron, we solve everything with violence
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He mad his bitch want f*ck on me
Stop playing lil boy you know that you look up to me
Why this nigga keep tryna flex these hoes
That don't mean none to me
Huh like nigga I'm flexing these Chos yea I got money
Huh, what that's why he look up to me
That's why they look up to me
Like why his bitch want f*ck on me
And I pray that boy run up I got that gun on me
I'ma let that choppa sing like please run up on me
Huh, Pull up on a Jet, huh got his lil hoe wet
Nigga keep talking on the net (huh), pussy nigga say it with ya chest (yea)
Shot his friend, who next, like his hoe like the way I flex
Huh dissing on my set we cut your neck we cut your neck
How your homeboy died but you still tryna diss on the X
Your hoe pulled up on me said she want sex
Hoe tryna break up wit me I'm like who next (which one which one)
I run that shit up lil boy then I f*ck up a check
He mad his bitch want f*ck on me
Stop playing lil boy you know that you look up to me
Why this nigga keep tryna flex these hoes
That don't mean none to me
Huh like nigga I'm flexing these Chos yea I got money
Huh, what that's why he look up to me
That's why they look up to me
Like why his bitch want f*ck on me
And I pray that boy run up I got that gun on me
Like let that choppa sing like please run up on me
I get this shit started, like your hoe said she like to party
I get geeked off Molly like f*ck your hoe don't do no stalling
No I don't need no stylist, huh we shoot that boy wit silence
Your hoe yell my name like Byron, we solve everything with violence
Stop playing lil boy you know that you look up to me
Why this nigga keep tryna flex these hoes
That don't mean none to me
Huh like nigga I'm flexing these Chos yea I got money
Huh, what that's why he look up to me
That's why they look up to me
Like why his bitch want f*ck on me
And I pray that boy run up I got that gun on me
I'ma let that choppa sing like please run up on me
Huh, Pull up on a Jet, huh got his lil hoe wet
Nigga keep talking on the net (huh), pussy nigga say it with ya chest (yea)
Shot his friend, who next, like his hoe like the way I flex
Huh dissing on my set we cut your neck we cut your neck
How your homeboy died but you still tryna diss on the X
Your hoe pulled up on me said she want sex
Hoe tryna break up wit me I'm like who next (which one which one)
I run that shit up lil boy then I f*ck up a check
He mad his bitch want f*ck on me
Stop playing lil boy you know that you look up to me
Why this nigga keep tryna flex these hoes
That don't mean none to me
Huh like nigga I'm flexing these Chos yea I got money
Huh, what that's why he look up to me
That's why they look up to me
Like why his bitch want f*ck on me
And I pray that boy run up I got that gun on me
Like let that choppa sing like please run up on me
I get this shit started, like your hoe said she like to party
I get geeked off Molly like f*ck your hoe don't do no stalling
No I don't need no stylist, huh we shoot that boy wit silence
Your hoe yell my name like Byron, we solve everything with violence
Writer: Jxsh !
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