Thirteen thou', let me clear my tab I ain't fuck the first time, bitch, well, my bad I don't like talkin' 'bout shit that we did A bitch stop postin' them niggas we killed Bitch, we sell pills, bitch, and take drill Out a hundred of 'em, fifty of 'em ain't real If he don't sniff this, then his ass can't smell Who can move a thou'? Lil' bruh, I can't tell
I'll put this bitch on whoever, free Dirt 'Fore you fuck Cheese, bitch, fuck me first Pull up in the slee, eight cups full of syrup Real mud brothers, bitch, shout out Lil Stirrup Used to have that two-five chrome with the pearl Ever since Drew died, big four-five Glock ten milli' throw a six-four blind That bitch, yeah, that bitch mine Phone won't ring 'less it's six-one-five Probably want beans, shit, he probably want tan Hope you want lean, I'ma show 'em how to dance Even if he want Gotti, I'ma send a lil' bands Wanted for a body, might as well keep goin' This week, I'm trappin', spent last week tourin' Corner house slappin', pink Runtz transformin' Used to be a killer, well, now he informin' Bitch, you a rat, rat Probably told on Reek, probably told on App All my hoes on fleek, you'd tell by they bags He ain't with me, how you know he had a mask? Bitch, I'm in my bag, better ask your nigga Them pics he be likin', them the hoes I'm hittin' Big 4s, I'm him, all winter, black Timbs Can't show a nigga shit but how to run up M's
Nigga, thirteen thou', let me clear my tab I ain't fuck the first time, bitch, well, my bad I don't like talkin' 'bout shit that we did A bitch stop postin' them niggas we killed Bitch, we sell pills, bitch, and take drill Out a hundred of 'em, fifty of 'em ain't real If he don't sniff this, then his ass can't smell Who can move a thou'? Lil' bruh, I can't tell
Bitch, you a rat (Ho), rat (Ho) Probably told on me, probably told on App Parole hold on Dirt, spend whatever to get him back Like twelve in the dirt y'all ain't never gettin' back Crack a seal on the purp', name a nigga sellin' that He ain't fuckin' with me, bitch, tell a ho to tell him that Me and my niggas get it done, get it done Want the keys to my heart? Show a bitch who ain't a bum Want the keys to the car? Cop a bag and get a run I survive in the slums Mini Draco, AK with the drum (Bitch) All blue digits, might just wear 'em for a month Freaky lil' bitch, she gon' suck it 'til I cum I ain't tippin' shit, rather spend it on my son I blew off thirty on somebody just for fun If they ain't really have to squeeze, what they doin' with us? Knowin' he not whackin', bitch, quit tellin' me it's up Ayy, niggas be cappin', niggas be bitches Niggas be rappin', really, niggas be finished
Thirteen thou', let me clear my tab I ain't fuck the first time, bitch, well, my bad I don't like talkin' 'bout shit that we did A bitch stop postin' them niggas we killed Bitch, we sell pills, bitch, we take drillTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
