[Refrain] I'm a bear, you a mother fuckin' reindeer Where I stay, you can't mother fuckin' stay there
[Verse 1] Keep them kids like a mother fuckin' daycare Don't like how I sing, bitch I don't care Smokin' on OG peach, can't get my mind clear Bad bitch, she with me, she got curly hair When we get to the trap bitch, don't stare Lot of guns, lot of packs, lot of dope sellin' And if you ain't know bitch, we don't do no tellin' If you a pussy we gon' smell it like it's dope on ya
[Chorus] Went to ya hood, they like, "we'on even know shawty" Design it up, lookin' sweet, I don't need no stylist If ya nigga look at me it ain't no challenge Bitches want beef with me but they can't manage Got my tool, grab the heat, let's have a camp fire You talk a lot but you ain't got none to talk about If it ain't money comin' out bitch, shut ya mouth Pistol whip ya ass and now she fallin' on the ground Screamin', shoutin' in the street like she at church I'm that bitch, diss you on your own shit, go and check the verse I'm the one they lookin' at cause I'm the one who did it first I got hot up on the beat so you could call me Lava Girl Once he heard of Sugar Trap, he wanna come into my world Choppa make him break dance, call that shit the sugar twirl
[Refrain] I'm a bear, you a mother fuckin' reindeer I'm a bear, you a mother fuckin' reindeer I'm a bear, you a mother fuckin'- mother fuckin' Where I stay, you can't mother fuckin' stay there
[Verse 2] If she postin' it, I doubt that she gon' blow the shit It's OG gas I'm rollin' it No bacon, ion talk to pigs Bitches know what's up with me I'm living lavish, luxury Money don't mean nothing Them cubics on you, you look broke to me
[Chorus] Went to ya hood, they like, "we'on even know shawty" Design it up, lookin' sweet, I don't need no stylist If ya nigga look at me it ain't no challenge Bitches want beef with me but they can't manage Got my tool, grab the heat, let's have a campfire You talk a lot but ya ain't got none to talk about If it ain't money comin' out bitch, shut ya mouth Pistol whip ya ass and now she fallin' on the ground Screamin', shoutin' in the street like she at church I'm that bitch, diss you on your own shit, go and check the verse I'm the one they lookin' at cause I'm the one who did it first I got hot up on the beat so you could call me Lava Girl Once he heard of Sugar Trap he wanna come into my world Choppa make him break dance, call that shit the sugar twirlTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
