Chorus: Lil shawty just wanna pop it wanna kick with the star (stars) Say she don't wanna be sober and she wanna fuck on mars Im pullin' up with Celine, and a little molly and a little bars Ain't trippin' on no money cause my plug is the God And when it come to bankroll, how it sized? Extra large Ain't tripping about no bitch I go snatch another broad Candy Lady on my wrist freezer cuz that bitch hard Candy Lady had the spot beating thru the burglar bars
Verse 1: Ooh, serving out burglar bars, [?] hot got burglar bars Pull up I throw something thru your window yeen gotta park the car Lil trapstar, lil shawty wanna superstar So im hopping out a rapper car He wasn't even dripping like the God he really was a replica (hahaha) I can't even pull over right this minute my pistole stolen And, all blue hunnids and you know we rolling Got a one tone rollie it golden Having, Broomstick and you know I gotta keep it on a nigga like i'm from the Magnolia Off that Old Nat and [?] walking on the street hoe'n Fuck nigga when you hit my phone you better speak Trapanese (what's happenin') I just got low on the pack and I'm tripping I'm boutta go pick up some mo lil weed Double C shoe on me imma treat them bitch like Ri Issa lotta hoes in here we just gotta kick out the backseat
Chorus: Lil shawty just wanna pop it wanna kick with the star (stars) Say she don't wanna be sober and she wanna fuck on mars Im pullin' up with Celine, and a little molly and a little bars Ain't trippin' on no money cause my plug is the God And when it come to bankroll, how it sized? Extra large Ain't tripping about no bitch I go snatch another broad Candy Lady on my wrist freezer cuz that bitch hard Candy Lady had the spot beating thru the burglar bars
Verse 2: Ooh, where ya at? Got the spot beating like Cadillac Boy we sellin no dill pickle Boy we selling no Icicle I'm sipping that syrup like brown liquor I'm geeked up gotta get back witcha I'm strapped up nigga gotta get right witcha I'm racked up bitch I flex in my picture I was aiming at these niggas shit Big god musta wanted me to miss em Imma let that bitch go to the late night in the extendo (fah-fah!) You want me to aim that lil stick out the top or just come out the window? (GOD) You want me to jump out the car or just keep on going? Only god knows (God knowss) When they asked me when I want my bags I told em' pronto Imma sit it right there leave it right there Got that money airing out like booty hole [?Need Shad for this line] Got me fucked up you thinking I'm not popping out I might fall in the club with the 30 shot I might make the lil hoe pull the titties out Turn a regular club to a morgue spot!
Chorus: Lil shawty just wanna pop it wanna kick with the star (stars) Say she don't wanna be sober and she wanna fuck on mars Im pullin' up with Celine, and a little molly and a little bars Ain't trippin' on no money cause my plug is the God And when it come to bankroll, how it sized? Extra large Ain't tripping about no bitch I go snatch another broad Candy Lady on my wrist freezer cuz that bitch hard Candy Lady had the spot beating thru the burglar barsTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.