Hunnid thousand on me in the club (WTF)
F*ck around and Ima shoot it up (WTF)
Half's and quarters only, ion sell no dubs (WTF)
My bitch she know about the other, she don't give no f*ck (WTF)
Leave all my jewelry at the crib, get suited up (WTF)
My dick still hard, I'm off this perc, I ain't do enough (WTF)
Ion wear no boots, but I get booted up (WTF)
And she don't get no blues, but she just blew me up
I got one bitch, the other side a other, she bang half or sum
The other side gon get me off this cutta, when I jab at sum
This lil bitch just want me to take her shopping, she want a bag or sum
Police pull me over to check my trunk, they seen a bag of sum
Police pull me over, I got a bag on me
Same car, but I been switching different tags on it
Yea and if I want yo head, I'll put a bag on it
Yea this choppa make me wanna... toe tag on him
Ion need a different clip, extended mag on it
New off white shit, still got the tags on it
Yea you would know that it's my bitch, she got a bag on her
You would know that it's my wrist, I got sum bands on it
F*ck a drop, I'll send a hit, ill put some hands on you
Your head not even worth a hunnid, I'll put 10 on you
Sun bathe the choppa, make it put a tan on you
You think we cool, I ain't forget, I'll play pretend on you
Walk inside the club, ima f*ck it up
Ima thug, shoot shit up yuh
I don't give a f*ck, yuh pistol tucked yuh
Yea I'm on yo block, they was like what the f*ck
I just left you bitch crib yuh, I was like (WTF)
I just hit another M, I was like (WTF)
Spin and then we catching him, I was like (WTF)
Shooting at his head again, I was like (WTF)
Yea I'm back in the Benz
Yea I'm f*cking her friends
I got all this cash on me
Yea I'm setting the trends
Bitch I'm back in the Benz
And I'm f*cking her friends
And I got this cash on me
Yea I'm setting the trends
Hunnid thousand on me in the club (WTF)
F*ck around and Ima shoot it up (WTF)
Half's and quarters only, ion sell no dubs (WTF)
My bitch she know about the other, she don't give no f*ck (WTF)
Leave all my jewelry at the crib, get suited up (WTF)
My dick still hard, I'm off this perc, I ain't do enough (WTF)
Ion wear no boots, but I get booted up (WTF)
And she don't get no blues, but she just blew me up
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Hunnid thousand on me in the club (WTF)
F*ck around and Ima shoot it up (WTF)
Half's and quarters only, ion sell no dubs (WTF)
My bitch she know about the other, she don't give no f*ck (WTF)
Leave all my jewelry at the crib, get suited up (WTF)
My dick still hard, I'm off this perc, I ain't do enough (WTF)
Ion wear no boots, but I get booted up (WTF)
And she don't get no blues, but she just blew me up
I got one bitch, the other side a other, she bang half or sum
The other side gon get me off this cutta, when I jab at sum
This lil bitch just want me to take her shopping, she want a bag or sum
Police pull me over to check my trunk, they seen a bag of sum
Police pull me over, I got a bag on me
Same car, but I been switching different tags on it
Yea and if I want yo head, I'll put a bag on it
Yea this choppa make me wanna... toe tag on him
Ion need a different clip, extended mag on it
New off white shit, still got the tags on it
Yea you would know that it's my bitch, she got a bag on her
You would know that it's my wrist, I got sum bands on it
F*ck a drop, I'll send a hit, ill put some hands on you
Your head not even worth a hunnid, I'll put 10 on you
Sun bathe the choppa, make it put a tan on you
You think we cool, I ain't forget, I'll play pretend on you
Walk inside the club, ima f*ck it up
Ima thug, shoot shit up yuh
I don't give a f*ck, yuh pistol tucked yuh
Yea I'm on yo block, they was like what the f*ck
I just left you bitch crib yuh, I was like (WTF)
I just hit another M, I was like (WTF)
Spin and then we catching him, I was like (WTF)
Shooting at his head again, I was like (WTF)
Yea I'm back in the Benz
Yea I'm f*cking her friends
I got all this cash on me
Yea I'm setting the trends
Bitch I'm back in the Benz
And I'm f*cking her friends
And I got this cash on me
Yea I'm setting the trends
Hunnid thousand on me in the club (WTF)
F*ck around and Ima shoot it up (WTF)
Half's and quarters only, ion sell no dubs (WTF)
My bitch she know about the other, she don't give no f*ck (WTF)
Leave all my jewelry at the crib, get suited up (WTF)
My dick still hard, I'm off this perc, I ain't do enough (WTF)
Ion wear no boots, but I get booted up (WTF)
And she don't get no blues, but she just blew me up
F*ck around and Ima shoot it up (WTF)
Half's and quarters only, ion sell no dubs (WTF)
My bitch she know about the other, she don't give no f*ck (WTF)
Leave all my jewelry at the crib, get suited up (WTF)
My dick still hard, I'm off this perc, I ain't do enough (WTF)
Ion wear no boots, but I get booted up (WTF)
And she don't get no blues, but she just blew me up
I got one bitch, the other side a other, she bang half or sum
The other side gon get me off this cutta, when I jab at sum
This lil bitch just want me to take her shopping, she want a bag or sum
Police pull me over to check my trunk, they seen a bag of sum
Police pull me over, I got a bag on me
Same car, but I been switching different tags on it
Yea and if I want yo head, I'll put a bag on it
Yea this choppa make me wanna... toe tag on him
Ion need a different clip, extended mag on it
New off white shit, still got the tags on it
Yea you would know that it's my bitch, she got a bag on her
You would know that it's my wrist, I got sum bands on it
F*ck a drop, I'll send a hit, ill put some hands on you
Your head not even worth a hunnid, I'll put 10 on you
Sun bathe the choppa, make it put a tan on you
You think we cool, I ain't forget, I'll play pretend on you
Walk inside the club, ima f*ck it up
Ima thug, shoot shit up yuh
I don't give a f*ck, yuh pistol tucked yuh
Yea I'm on yo block, they was like what the f*ck
I just left you bitch crib yuh, I was like (WTF)
I just hit another M, I was like (WTF)
Spin and then we catching him, I was like (WTF)
Shooting at his head again, I was like (WTF)
Yea I'm back in the Benz
Yea I'm f*cking her friends
I got all this cash on me
Yea I'm setting the trends
Bitch I'm back in the Benz
And I'm f*cking her friends
And I got this cash on me
Yea I'm setting the trends
Hunnid thousand on me in the club (WTF)
F*ck around and Ima shoot it up (WTF)
Half's and quarters only, ion sell no dubs (WTF)
My bitch she know about the other, she don't give no f*ck (WTF)
Leave all my jewelry at the crib, get suited up (WTF)
My dick still hard, I'm off this perc, I ain't do enough (WTF)
Ion wear no boots, but I get booted up (WTF)
And she don't get no blues, but she just blew me up
Writer: Logan Sturm
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