Bitch you only hit me when I'm flexin', you's a hoe for that
I bet this shot gun gon' get me space like I'm the quarter back
I remember finding dirty needles in my cul de sac
I look like a pile of dough. I smell like some polo black
This here, is just another track about the fact i got nobody in my life i f*ck with
I wish, I could get some peace but nah
I gotta keep a piece with me incase i need to bust it
Y'all know I dont play games. I aint rappin just to say things
My squad a armada, gotta little blood money in my wallet
Doin dirt, if you about it, let me get a f*cking 'GANG GANG'
Y'all faker than a spray tan
Make a pussy run his ray bans
I'm the god of this shit, let me get a f*cking AMEN
I'm too focused for foes, and not prone to make friends
Bent out of shape, Im a devil in the streets
Baretta on my waist that aint registered to me
I be headed to the peak of the mount. I move
And ya hoe gonna show what that mouth can do
But I aint with these bitches, I just pulled up with this wad to spend
Petty shit be stressful, doctor gave me these klonopin
Just copped the sectional with matching rug and ottoman
My day one just moved out of the trap so I be proud of him
Bitch you only hit me when I'm flexin', you's a hoe for that
I bet this shot gun gon' get me space like I'm the quarter back
I remember finding dirty needles in my cul de sac
I look like a pile of dough. I smell like some polo black
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Bitch you only hit me when I'm flexin', you's a hoe for that
I bet this shot gun gon' get me space like I'm the quarter back
I remember finding dirty needles in my cul de sac
I look like a pile of dough. I smell like some polo black
This here, is just another track about the fact i got nobody in my life i f*ck with
I wish, I could get some peace but nah
I gotta keep a piece with me incase i need to bust it
Y'all know I dont play games. I aint rappin just to say things
My squad a armada, gotta little blood money in my wallet
Doin dirt, if you about it, let me get a f*cking 'GANG GANG'
Y'all faker than a spray tan
Make a pussy run his ray bans
I'm the god of this shit, let me get a f*cking AMEN
I'm too focused for foes, and not prone to make friends
Bent out of shape, Im a devil in the streets
Baretta on my waist that aint registered to me
I be headed to the peak of the mount. I move
And ya hoe gonna show what that mouth can do
But I aint with these bitches, I just pulled up with this wad to spend
Petty shit be stressful, doctor gave me these klonopin
Just copped the sectional with matching rug and ottoman
My day one just moved out of the trap so I be proud of him
Bitch you only hit me when I'm flexin', you's a hoe for that
I bet this shot gun gon' get me space like I'm the quarter back
I remember finding dirty needles in my cul de sac
I look like a pile of dough. I smell like some polo black
I bet this shot gun gon' get me space like I'm the quarter back
I remember finding dirty needles in my cul de sac
I look like a pile of dough. I smell like some polo black
This here, is just another track about the fact i got nobody in my life i f*ck with
I wish, I could get some peace but nah
I gotta keep a piece with me incase i need to bust it
Y'all know I dont play games. I aint rappin just to say things
My squad a armada, gotta little blood money in my wallet
Doin dirt, if you about it, let me get a f*cking 'GANG GANG'
Y'all faker than a spray tan
Make a pussy run his ray bans
I'm the god of this shit, let me get a f*cking AMEN
I'm too focused for foes, and not prone to make friends
Bent out of shape, Im a devil in the streets
Baretta on my waist that aint registered to me
I be headed to the peak of the mount. I move
And ya hoe gonna show what that mouth can do
But I aint with these bitches, I just pulled up with this wad to spend
Petty shit be stressful, doctor gave me these klonopin
Just copped the sectional with matching rug and ottoman
My day one just moved out of the trap so I be proud of him
Bitch you only hit me when I'm flexin', you's a hoe for that
I bet this shot gun gon' get me space like I'm the quarter back
I remember finding dirty needles in my cul de sac
I look like a pile of dough. I smell like some polo black
Writer: Logan Cantrell
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