Got the flight leave, I might do the wrong things for the right reasons Big bitch I'm about to touch down with the bags
Them fake perks what got you feeling crazy, ain't mad, it's liquor Don't even try to f*ck that bitch, just put the bag in her
Ain't put no soda in the beaker, now it's caviar Unless I probably would've f*cked your bitch, but she ain't have a sitter
Everything that I got, bust my ass to get it Rude came home from the box with a half a ticket
My bop said she f*cking with the fool, cause the crack could kill you I'd probably still re-up if I had a million
30 minutes now, I'm parking, about to serve a pill Y'all be flexing with them lil' bullets, we prepared to send them
If the plug don't know nothing, he know where to send it Heat sensor on the AR, nigga, where the bitch at
Choppa bullets hopping out that chop, I hope they get em I just pulled up a 8-0, Wocky's in my system
Dollar tips aiming at his top, I hope they get em Mama keep on telling me to stop, I keep on spinning
Taxing on a different bracket, you know we active You know that I'm a gangster, I'm still standing on my jacket
And you niggas know what's up with me I'ma make a diss song, you see me then you better eat
Get your ho, and I treat her like a ho bitch Niggas said I'm broke, so I had to up dog shit
When it come to that bread, bitch, I'm all in I'm having motion, nigga, I ain't trying to be on top
Teena took her on the road, she like, when we going shopping Ain't no stopping, getting that bag, my nigga said he got some opps
Bitch is bopping, sucking f*ck the whole clique For a baller, for a dollar, said she's on some different bitches
She's swapping, all my niggas getting to it Yeah, we a problem, my nigga need an assist
Like 2K, bitch, I'ma lob it They think I'm Dexter, well, I'm coming with them choppers
Acro with this bitch, and if I shoot it, I'ma drop it
Hmm, caught the flight, leave I might do the wrong things for the right reason
Bitch, bitch, I'm about to touch down with the bag, John Mack
Bitch, bitch, I'm about to touch down with the bag, John Mack
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Got the flight leave, I might do the wrong things for the right reasons Big bitch I'm about to touch down with the bags
Them fake perks what got you feeling crazy, ain't mad, it's liquor Don't even try to f*ck that bitch, just put the bag in her
Ain't put no soda in the beaker, now it's caviar Unless I probably would've f*cked your bitch, but she ain't have a sitter
Everything that I got, bust my ass to get it Rude came home from the box with a half a ticket
My bop said she f*cking with the fool, cause the crack could kill you I'd probably still re-up if I had a million
30 minutes now, I'm parking, about to serve a pill Y'all be flexing with them lil' bullets, we prepared to send them
If the plug don't know nothing, he know where to send it Heat sensor on the AR, nigga, where the bitch at
Choppa bullets hopping out that chop, I hope they get em I just pulled up a 8-0, Wocky's in my system
Dollar tips aiming at his top, I hope they get em Mama keep on telling me to stop, I keep on spinning
Taxing on a different bracket, you know we active You know that I'm a gangster, I'm still standing on my jacket
And you niggas know what's up with me I'ma make a diss song, you see me then you better eat
Get your ho, and I treat her like a ho bitch Niggas said I'm broke, so I had to up dog shit
When it come to that bread, bitch, I'm all in I'm having motion, nigga, I ain't trying to be on top
Teena took her on the road, she like, when we going shopping Ain't no stopping, getting that bag, my nigga said he got some opps
Bitch is bopping, sucking f*ck the whole clique For a baller, for a dollar, said she's on some different bitches
She's swapping, all my niggas getting to it Yeah, we a problem, my nigga need an assist
Like 2K, bitch, I'ma lob it They think I'm Dexter, well, I'm coming with them choppers
Acro with this bitch, and if I shoot it, I'ma drop it
Hmm, caught the flight, leave I might do the wrong things for the right reason
Bitch, bitch, I'm about to touch down with the bag, John Mack
Bitch, bitch, I'm about to touch down with the bag, John Mack
Them fake perks what got you feeling crazy, ain't mad, it's liquor Don't even try to f*ck that bitch, just put the bag in her
Ain't put no soda in the beaker, now it's caviar Unless I probably would've f*cked your bitch, but she ain't have a sitter
Everything that I got, bust my ass to get it Rude came home from the box with a half a ticket
My bop said she f*cking with the fool, cause the crack could kill you I'd probably still re-up if I had a million
30 minutes now, I'm parking, about to serve a pill Y'all be flexing with them lil' bullets, we prepared to send them
If the plug don't know nothing, he know where to send it Heat sensor on the AR, nigga, where the bitch at
Choppa bullets hopping out that chop, I hope they get em I just pulled up a 8-0, Wocky's in my system
Dollar tips aiming at his top, I hope they get em Mama keep on telling me to stop, I keep on spinning
Taxing on a different bracket, you know we active You know that I'm a gangster, I'm still standing on my jacket
And you niggas know what's up with me I'ma make a diss song, you see me then you better eat
Get your ho, and I treat her like a ho bitch Niggas said I'm broke, so I had to up dog shit
When it come to that bread, bitch, I'm all in I'm having motion, nigga, I ain't trying to be on top
Teena took her on the road, she like, when we going shopping Ain't no stopping, getting that bag, my nigga said he got some opps
Bitch is bopping, sucking f*ck the whole clique For a baller, for a dollar, said she's on some different bitches
She's swapping, all my niggas getting to it Yeah, we a problem, my nigga need an assist
Like 2K, bitch, I'ma lob it They think I'm Dexter, well, I'm coming with them choppers
Acro with this bitch, and if I shoot it, I'ma drop it
Hmm, caught the flight, leave I might do the wrong things for the right reason
Bitch, bitch, I'm about to touch down with the bag, John Mack
Bitch, bitch, I'm about to touch down with the bag, John Mack
Writer: Jawan Dorsey anglen
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