Hopping out the car I got racks I got stacks
And yo shawty in the back tryna make that booty clap
Yea my ex on the phone I ain't tryna take her back
I could never trust a hoe I ain't tryna get attached now
Hopping out the car I got racks I got stacks
And yo shawty in the back tryna make that booty clap
Yea my ex on the phone I ain't tryna take her back
I could never trust a hoe I ain't tryna get attached now
Why these hoes on my phone
Can you leave me alone
She a homebody but I never catch her at home
Rule 1
Never go catch feelings for a hoe
Rule 2
Never break rule one on the bros yuh
I get the bag I'm gonna flip it
She hella mad an i'm doin digits
I cannot f*ck you cuz you is lame
And your all on my mind and its really been spinning
You cannot talk you cannot slide
I'm with my nigga that's Kenny that's slime
You want a feature
That's 155
Lower the price if your gone get me high
I would never fall in love for a hoe
You will never catch me comfortable
Hoes stay mad and that's all I know
I got stacks that you cannot fold
Hopping out the car I got racks I got stacks
And yo shawty in the back tryna make that booty clap
Yea my ex on the phone I ain't tryna take her back
I could never trust a hoe I ain't tryna get attached now
Hopping out the car I got racks I got stacks
And yo shawty in the back tryna make that booty clap
Yea my ex on the phone I ain't tryna take her back
I could never trust a hoe I ain't tryna get attached now
Saying you in love with me but I don't love you back
Nigga's f*cking hate and they just mad cause I got all these stacks
You was just a f*cking fan now you hating in the back
Ima steal your hoe and imma hit it from the back
Yuh
Who the f*ck are you
I ain't ever sliding through
And your shawty on my dick
F*cked her and her friends to
Sliming through your crib
And that nigga named Pikachu
Cause he get the choppa out and he let it peek at you
All the love that they gave me
All of the hate that they show to
Doing this all on my own baby
I don't think I could hold you
Hopping out the car I got racks I got stacks
And yo shawty in the back tryna make that booty clap
Yea my ex on the phone I ain't tryna take her back
I could never trust a hoe I ain't tryna get attached now
Hopping out the car I got racks I got stacks
And yo shawty in the back tryna make that booty clap
Yea my ex on the phone I ain't tryna take her back
I could never trust a hoe I ain't tryna get attached now
Backpack Records Forever
I got fat stacks shawty better clap back
Make it clap back shawty gotta fat ass
And you know it uh
Got my line like poet uh
Wanna row it uh
Diamonds shining for it uh
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Hopping out the car I got racks I got stacks
And yo shawty in the back tryna make that booty clap
Yea my ex on the phone I ain't tryna take her back
I could never trust a hoe I ain't tryna get attached now
Hopping out the car I got racks I got stacks
And yo shawty in the back tryna make that booty clap
Yea my ex on the phone I ain't tryna take her back
I could never trust a hoe I ain't tryna get attached now
Why these hoes on my phone
Can you leave me alone
She a homebody but I never catch her at home
Rule 1
Never go catch feelings for a hoe
Rule 2
Never break rule one on the bros yuh
I get the bag I'm gonna flip it
She hella mad an i'm doin digits
I cannot f*ck you cuz you is lame
And your all on my mind and its really been spinning
You cannot talk you cannot slide
I'm with my nigga that's Kenny that's slime
You want a feature
That's 155
Lower the price if your gone get me high
I would never fall in love for a hoe
You will never catch me comfortable
Hoes stay mad and that's all I know
I got stacks that you cannot fold
Hopping out the car I got racks I got stacks
And yo shawty in the back tryna make that booty clap
Yea my ex on the phone I ain't tryna take her back
I could never trust a hoe I ain't tryna get attached now
Hopping out the car I got racks I got stacks
And yo shawty in the back tryna make that booty clap
Yea my ex on the phone I ain't tryna take her back
I could never trust a hoe I ain't tryna get attached now
Saying you in love with me but I don't love you back
Nigga's f*cking hate and they just mad cause I got all these stacks
You was just a f*cking fan now you hating in the back
Ima steal your hoe and imma hit it from the back
Yuh
Who the f*ck are you
I ain't ever sliding through
And your shawty on my dick
F*cked her and her friends to
Sliming through your crib
And that nigga named Pikachu
Cause he get the choppa out and he let it peek at you
All the love that they gave me
All of the hate that they show to
Doing this all on my own baby
I don't think I could hold you
Hopping out the car I got racks I got stacks
And yo shawty in the back tryna make that booty clap
Yea my ex on the phone I ain't tryna take her back
I could never trust a hoe I ain't tryna get attached now
Hopping out the car I got racks I got stacks
And yo shawty in the back tryna make that booty clap
Yea my ex on the phone I ain't tryna take her back
I could never trust a hoe I ain't tryna get attached now
Backpack Records Forever
I got fat stacks shawty better clap back
Make it clap back shawty gotta fat ass
And you know it uh
Got my line like poet uh
Wanna row it uh
Diamonds shining for it uh
And yo shawty in the back tryna make that booty clap
Yea my ex on the phone I ain't tryna take her back
I could never trust a hoe I ain't tryna get attached now
Hopping out the car I got racks I got stacks
And yo shawty in the back tryna make that booty clap
Yea my ex on the phone I ain't tryna take her back
I could never trust a hoe I ain't tryna get attached now
Why these hoes on my phone
Can you leave me alone
She a homebody but I never catch her at home
Rule 1
Never go catch feelings for a hoe
Rule 2
Never break rule one on the bros yuh
I get the bag I'm gonna flip it
She hella mad an i'm doin digits
I cannot f*ck you cuz you is lame
And your all on my mind and its really been spinning
You cannot talk you cannot slide
I'm with my nigga that's Kenny that's slime
You want a feature
That's 155
Lower the price if your gone get me high
I would never fall in love for a hoe
You will never catch me comfortable
Hoes stay mad and that's all I know
I got stacks that you cannot fold
Hopping out the car I got racks I got stacks
And yo shawty in the back tryna make that booty clap
Yea my ex on the phone I ain't tryna take her back
I could never trust a hoe I ain't tryna get attached now
Hopping out the car I got racks I got stacks
And yo shawty in the back tryna make that booty clap
Yea my ex on the phone I ain't tryna take her back
I could never trust a hoe I ain't tryna get attached now
Saying you in love with me but I don't love you back
Nigga's f*cking hate and they just mad cause I got all these stacks
You was just a f*cking fan now you hating in the back
Ima steal your hoe and imma hit it from the back
Yuh
Who the f*ck are you
I ain't ever sliding through
And your shawty on my dick
F*cked her and her friends to
Sliming through your crib
And that nigga named Pikachu
Cause he get the choppa out and he let it peek at you
All the love that they gave me
All of the hate that they show to
Doing this all on my own baby
I don't think I could hold you
Hopping out the car I got racks I got stacks
And yo shawty in the back tryna make that booty clap
Yea my ex on the phone I ain't tryna take her back
I could never trust a hoe I ain't tryna get attached now
Hopping out the car I got racks I got stacks
And yo shawty in the back tryna make that booty clap
Yea my ex on the phone I ain't tryna take her back
I could never trust a hoe I ain't tryna get attached now
Backpack Records Forever
I got fat stacks shawty better clap back
Make it clap back shawty gotta fat ass
And you know it uh
Got my line like poet uh
Wanna row it uh
Diamonds shining for it uh
Writer: Robert Junior
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