Why would I be in the shit that I know
The city's too blue, my time to find
Came wit a glock, not my gun
He was a fan, he was beggin' for mine
And once in a block, tried to get to know my
R.O.B, I put the stars up on the fly
There's no one to carry me in my bad side
Why did you ruin it? That ain't so fun
We're on a flight, we're about to land
And I, he can't get any more
I smoke it and pack it, it's loud
I goin it back straight up
I eat the beats, head gown
I'm like, girl, you know what I want
So no, we can't make out
This white girl at the lake house
I don't know what they bout
I'm with they hoe, she face down
Like you could catch a K-Round
Let's go
Give me my money, I'll do what I want
Baby, check it, she with a blunt
And I'll say, who am I getting on
Talking to Chadi, now I'm gonna flunk
Why you so mad
Why you holler at my nuts
I'll leave you riding a Big-Body once
Just hit the floor, I do it for fun
You better get out of me, I don't mind
It was right
Flew in my pocket, they feel like Smurf
Twenty shots, made the OV-HO twerk
Deliver my kids, I wear the hat first
Hustle right through the block, let's blow my shirt
Yeah, f*ck
Ew, that little bitch want some of that
They tryna get with me, look, boy, you can lie
Me, I don't care, poor lil' ten shot
F*ck, shit, I'm sorry, okay
You can have her, but I can't
F*ck, buddy, right before you get to my head
Check, boy, that boy ain't get no rest
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Why would I be in the shit that I know
The city's too blue, my time to find
Came wit a glock, not my gun
He was a fan, he was beggin' for mine
And once in a block, tried to get to know my
R.O.B, I put the stars up on the fly
There's no one to carry me in my bad side
Why did you ruin it? That ain't so fun
We're on a flight, we're about to land
And I, he can't get any more
I smoke it and pack it, it's loud
I goin it back straight up
I eat the beats, head gown
I'm like, girl, you know what I want
So no, we can't make out
This white girl at the lake house
I don't know what they bout
I'm with they hoe, she face down
Like you could catch a K-Round
Let's go
Give me my money, I'll do what I want
Baby, check it, she with a blunt
And I'll say, who am I getting on
Talking to Chadi, now I'm gonna flunk
Why you so mad
Why you holler at my nuts
I'll leave you riding a Big-Body once
Just hit the floor, I do it for fun
You better get out of me, I don't mind
It was right
Flew in my pocket, they feel like Smurf
Twenty shots, made the OV-HO twerk
Deliver my kids, I wear the hat first
Hustle right through the block, let's blow my shirt
Yeah, f*ck
Ew, that little bitch want some of that
They tryna get with me, look, boy, you can lie
Me, I don't care, poor lil' ten shot
F*ck, shit, I'm sorry, okay
You can have her, but I can't
F*ck, buddy, right before you get to my head
Check, boy, that boy ain't get no rest
The city's too blue, my time to find
Came wit a glock, not my gun
He was a fan, he was beggin' for mine
And once in a block, tried to get to know my
R.O.B, I put the stars up on the fly
There's no one to carry me in my bad side
Why did you ruin it? That ain't so fun
We're on a flight, we're about to land
And I, he can't get any more
I smoke it and pack it, it's loud
I goin it back straight up
I eat the beats, head gown
I'm like, girl, you know what I want
So no, we can't make out
This white girl at the lake house
I don't know what they bout
I'm with they hoe, she face down
Like you could catch a K-Round
Let's go
Give me my money, I'll do what I want
Baby, check it, she with a blunt
And I'll say, who am I getting on
Talking to Chadi, now I'm gonna flunk
Why you so mad
Why you holler at my nuts
I'll leave you riding a Big-Body once
Just hit the floor, I do it for fun
You better get out of me, I don't mind
It was right
Flew in my pocket, they feel like Smurf
Twenty shots, made the OV-HO twerk
Deliver my kids, I wear the hat first
Hustle right through the block, let's blow my shirt
Yeah, f*ck
Ew, that little bitch want some of that
They tryna get with me, look, boy, you can lie
Me, I don't care, poor lil' ten shot
F*ck, shit, I'm sorry, okay
You can have her, but I can't
F*ck, buddy, right before you get to my head
Check, boy, that boy ain't get no rest
Writer: kee ta, Clip load, ree fuh
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