Yeah, mm, that I got on
(Shawty f*ckin' with, that I got on)
(Shawty f*ckin' with, yeah)
(Shawty f*ckin' with the swag, yeah, f*ck)
Shawty f*ckin' with the swag that I got on
F*ck her good, then I send her ass back home
Stupid bitch, she hit me on the trap phone (Stupid bitch)
Said she want some dick, baby you on your own (On your own)
Yeah, and this cup red
Asking all these questions, like lil' baby, you a dumb fed
M9 Berretta on my dresser, it get real
Get your top picked, yeah lil' baby that's real spill (Real spill)
F*ck your label too, yeah lil' bitch, I don't want no record deal
Ready on the mic, you gon' hear what, uh, I feel
Hand to the bible, I don't f*ck with you hoes (Nah, never)
Need a real wife, not a broke ass joke (Not a broke joke)
Praying that I don't ever have to kick down doors (Nah)
Wocky in the cup, yeah lil' baby want some more (I want some more)
Yeah, I want another cup
Two gram blunts, and we stuff them with Runtz (Real Runtz)
Never pipe down, man, I'm in love with drugs (Yup)
Shawty say I'm a junkie, I don't give no f*ck (Give no f*ck), I don't give two
Just spilled the lean on my pants, baby it's True (It's True)
I don't give a f*ck if the pair is new (New), I don't give a f*ck if the hair is too (Yeah)
Hit it from the back, while I grab on your hair
Make that ass clap like a god damn snare
I don't give a f*ck if the game ain't fair
When I had my bitch, ain't nobody give a care
So it's free game, god damn I got good aim
God damn just hit a stain, bad bitch flew out of state
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Yeah, mm, that I got on
(Shawty f*ckin' with, that I got on)
(Shawty f*ckin' with, yeah)
(Shawty f*ckin' with the swag, yeah, f*ck)
Shawty f*ckin' with the swag that I got on
F*ck her good, then I send her ass back home
Stupid bitch, she hit me on the trap phone (Stupid bitch)
Said she want some dick, baby you on your own (On your own)
Yeah, and this cup red
Asking all these questions, like lil' baby, you a dumb fed
M9 Berretta on my dresser, it get real
Get your top picked, yeah lil' baby that's real spill (Real spill)
F*ck your label too, yeah lil' bitch, I don't want no record deal
Ready on the mic, you gon' hear what, uh, I feel
Hand to the bible, I don't f*ck with you hoes (Nah, never)
Need a real wife, not a broke ass joke (Not a broke joke)
Praying that I don't ever have to kick down doors (Nah)
Wocky in the cup, yeah lil' baby want some more (I want some more)
Yeah, I want another cup
Two gram blunts, and we stuff them with Runtz (Real Runtz)
Never pipe down, man, I'm in love with drugs (Yup)
Shawty say I'm a junkie, I don't give no f*ck (Give no f*ck), I don't give two
Just spilled the lean on my pants, baby it's True (It's True)
I don't give a f*ck if the pair is new (New), I don't give a f*ck if the hair is too (Yeah)
Hit it from the back, while I grab on your hair
Make that ass clap like a god damn snare
I don't give a f*ck if the game ain't fair
When I had my bitch, ain't nobody give a care
So it's free game, god damn I got good aim
God damn just hit a stain, bad bitch flew out of state
(Shawty f*ckin' with, that I got on)
(Shawty f*ckin' with, yeah)
(Shawty f*ckin' with the swag, yeah, f*ck)
Shawty f*ckin' with the swag that I got on
F*ck her good, then I send her ass back home
Stupid bitch, she hit me on the trap phone (Stupid bitch)
Said she want some dick, baby you on your own (On your own)
Yeah, and this cup red
Asking all these questions, like lil' baby, you a dumb fed
M9 Berretta on my dresser, it get real
Get your top picked, yeah lil' baby that's real spill (Real spill)
F*ck your label too, yeah lil' bitch, I don't want no record deal
Ready on the mic, you gon' hear what, uh, I feel
Hand to the bible, I don't f*ck with you hoes (Nah, never)
Need a real wife, not a broke ass joke (Not a broke joke)
Praying that I don't ever have to kick down doors (Nah)
Wocky in the cup, yeah lil' baby want some more (I want some more)
Yeah, I want another cup
Two gram blunts, and we stuff them with Runtz (Real Runtz)
Never pipe down, man, I'm in love with drugs (Yup)
Shawty say I'm a junkie, I don't give no f*ck (Give no f*ck), I don't give two
Just spilled the lean on my pants, baby it's True (It's True)
I don't give a f*ck if the pair is new (New), I don't give a f*ck if the hair is too (Yeah)
Hit it from the back, while I grab on your hair
Make that ass clap like a god damn snare
I don't give a f*ck if the game ain't fair
When I had my bitch, ain't nobody give a care
So it's free game, god damn I got good aim
God damn just hit a stain, bad bitch flew out of state
Writer: sykks .
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