I got that white shit on too, bitch (Y'all know what the fuck that is) By now y'all know what the fuck I'm talkin' 'bout (Ya dig) Yeah, young turnt nigga, bitch, the movement
All these bitches do is gossip (That's all) Fuck findin' love where them blocks at Ho tellin me I'm toxic, she done fucked a ho, what projects? See a buss down by a nigga on my way to Avianne Took a ho to Tiffany's, she ain't ever been off Connors I got niggas locked in Adrian, still talk shit like Browner I see a bad bitch and I want her, either I'm prolly fuckin' or I'm gone Yeah, this coat by Saint Laurent, can't say I ain't the one Make my bitch suck dick for hours and she swear I hate to cum Might call my bro, like, "Make your jump" Bitch had my paper, I hate to front Got places for dinner, got places for lunch She love a nigga but hate to stunt I'm young and turnt, can't make this up My bitches all bad, talkin' eights and up Tell 'em, "Knock her off," won't say for what Two hunnid, the jury, no safe for us I'm safe enough, put me in the game, I'm lacin' up No, I lace enough, dawg, I'm raisin' mutts, paws My niggas all hatin', shit, it's not the same, it's different Cost forty-five plane, not to mention 'Nother twenty-five bucks on the right wrist Told a ho, I wanna fuck, I don't like kissin' Big face, presidents, I don't like niggas (Ayy)
Said a bitch freaky and I know it Look at my wrist, I'm glowin' Big face go as I point Don't even gotta tell me, I'm knowin' She goin', she goin', she goin', she gone I'm young and turnt on my own Can't wait 'til my brother get home I'm young and turnt in this bitch All my niggas lit
Ayy, what you would do for a tip? Ho, it don't even matter, I'm rich Prolly fuck my brother, my cousin Got niggas still textin' they love you For the night, baby, fuck your nigga Porsche white, blue, fuck it, nigga, I'm sippin' For the ATL, I'm crippin' For the nineteen it don't really make a difference And keep it real, I don't really like mentions Most niggas snitchin', tip 'em (Rats) Fuck nigga, just keep your distance Lamb' truck, hell nah, I don't eat out Double Cs on my bitch when her feet out Big Bs all over the treehouse
Said a bitch freaky and I know it Look at my wrist, I'm glowin' Big face go as I point Don't even gotta tell me, I'm knowin' She goin', she goin', she goin', she gone I'm young and turnt on my own Can't wait 'til my brother get home I'm young and turnt in this bitch All my niggas litTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
