Driving that whip with a bad ass bitch
I think she mine
La la la, eh La la la, eh
La la la la la la la, eh La la la la la
Raiden, you made this
Gotta lil hoe she mine My niggas Still doin' that time, yeah
You know I don't write, yeah Might just start a riot
Niggas movin' quiet, still popping Percs and she don't like it
Love the way she ride it, read her Mind she say, I'm psychic
No, I can't overdose, Know what It's like to have no hope
No, I'm not goin' ghost I'm just Tryna reach my goals
Might just strike a pose Number Nine on me for sure
For sure, for sure
Know a bitch and she stayin' east Don't move careful, she might Bring you heat
There's a lot of beef in these Streets Net banger subliminal Tweets
Best be careful, might give you The beats Oh, boy don't think that It's sweet
I can't stop, this shit not Complete, got a bitch, she bad And petite
He got a wire, he movin' discreet Gotta fall back, now I gotta Retreat
My brother's they solid, they hard Like concrete, He want a verse So I give a receipt
Rockstar life, getting head in the Backseat Gotta lil runner, run like An athlete
My Money so long, like I work at Wall Street I Prada my denim, I Prada my feet
Gotta lil hoe she mine My niggas Still doin' that time, yeah
You know I don't write, yeah Might just start a riot
Niggas movin' quiet, still popping Percs and she don't like it
Love the way she ride it, read her Mind she say, I'm psychic
No, I can't overdose, Know what It's like to have no hope
No, I'm not goin' ghost I'm just Tryna reach my goals
Might just strike a pose Number Nine on me for sure
For sure, for sure
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Driving that whip with a bad ass bitch
I think she mine
La la la, eh La la la, eh
La la la la la la la, eh La la la la la
Raiden, you made this
Gotta lil hoe she mine My niggas Still doin' that time, yeah
You know I don't write, yeah Might just start a riot
Niggas movin' quiet, still popping Percs and she don't like it
Love the way she ride it, read her Mind she say, I'm psychic
No, I can't overdose, Know what It's like to have no hope
No, I'm not goin' ghost I'm just Tryna reach my goals
Might just strike a pose Number Nine on me for sure
For sure, for sure
Know a bitch and she stayin' east Don't move careful, she might Bring you heat
There's a lot of beef in these Streets Net banger subliminal Tweets
Best be careful, might give you The beats Oh, boy don't think that It's sweet
I can't stop, this shit not Complete, got a bitch, she bad And petite
He got a wire, he movin' discreet Gotta fall back, now I gotta Retreat
My brother's they solid, they hard Like concrete, He want a verse So I give a receipt
Rockstar life, getting head in the Backseat Gotta lil runner, run like An athlete
My Money so long, like I work at Wall Street I Prada my denim, I Prada my feet
Gotta lil hoe she mine My niggas Still doin' that time, yeah
You know I don't write, yeah Might just start a riot
Niggas movin' quiet, still popping Percs and she don't like it
Love the way she ride it, read her Mind she say, I'm psychic
No, I can't overdose, Know what It's like to have no hope
No, I'm not goin' ghost I'm just Tryna reach my goals
Might just strike a pose Number Nine on me for sure
For sure, for sure
I think she mine
La la la, eh La la la, eh
La la la la la la la, eh La la la la la
Raiden, you made this
Gotta lil hoe she mine My niggas Still doin' that time, yeah
You know I don't write, yeah Might just start a riot
Niggas movin' quiet, still popping Percs and she don't like it
Love the way she ride it, read her Mind she say, I'm psychic
No, I can't overdose, Know what It's like to have no hope
No, I'm not goin' ghost I'm just Tryna reach my goals
Might just strike a pose Number Nine on me for sure
For sure, for sure
Know a bitch and she stayin' east Don't move careful, she might Bring you heat
There's a lot of beef in these Streets Net banger subliminal Tweets
Best be careful, might give you The beats Oh, boy don't think that It's sweet
I can't stop, this shit not Complete, got a bitch, she bad And petite
He got a wire, he movin' discreet Gotta fall back, now I gotta Retreat
My brother's they solid, they hard Like concrete, He want a verse So I give a receipt
Rockstar life, getting head in the Backseat Gotta lil runner, run like An athlete
My Money so long, like I work at Wall Street I Prada my denim, I Prada my feet
Gotta lil hoe she mine My niggas Still doin' that time, yeah
You know I don't write, yeah Might just start a riot
Niggas movin' quiet, still popping Percs and she don't like it
Love the way she ride it, read her Mind she say, I'm psychic
No, I can't overdose, Know what It's like to have no hope
No, I'm not goin' ghost I'm just Tryna reach my goals
Might just strike a pose Number Nine on me for sure
For sure, for sure
Writer: Terry Boamah
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