Ain't wit that fake fraud shit Never play you bitches game I hop up in my Fendi peekaboo And put you hoes to shame Yeah that's a mini flex But niggas know that ZEPS insane Ion gotta give too much Been disrespectful in a planejane Maybe in a range My raps got lots of range You made a mess and now you got a stain That destroyed your whole name But who are you to blame When that money came I shut up and arranged Switched up the whole plan And now they scream my name
Pop the trunk Man these bitches gotta stop it I been up in my bag And i ain't ever finna drop or miss You bitches rockin counterfeit bags I see You bitches are a ki Plus you gotta pay a fee If you wanna come live in luxury The Top Notch I'm conceded Lead the pack u washed & wheezin On the bleachers talkin shit You bottom feeding Hoes hate to see me feasting Closest ones crossed me & now they weepin Wipe em up like some semen Y'all was beasting for this demon
Ain't with that fake fraud shit Never play you bitches game I hop up in my Fendi peekaboo And put you hoes to shame Yeah that's a mini flex But niggas know that ZEPS insane Ion gotta give too much Been disrespectful in a planejane Maybe in a range My raps got lots of range You made a mess and now you got a stain That destroyed your whole name But who are you to blame When that money came I shut up and arranged Switched up the whole plan And now they scream my name Bamboozled bitches whole heads She locced him up ain't talkin feds They tried to play & now they dread Im steppin out it's code red Code red or Code blue You got the rona or the flu Cause you bitches been sick Yea Hoe ha-chew Love my pineapple hi-chews Shit on hoes like i douche Write it down then i poof read digits And I push the limit Wow none of yall can fuck with me Let alone rumble me You Fumbled like a some tumble weeds I sting that ass like bumblebees
Ain't with that fake fraud shit Never play you bitches game I hop up in my Fendi peekaboo And put you hoes to shame Yeah that's a mini flex But niggas know that ZEPS insane Ion gotta give too much Been disrespectful in a planejane Maybe in a range My raps got lots of range You made a mess and now you got a stain That destroyed your whole name But who are you to blame When that money came I shut up and arranged Switched up the whole plan And now they scream my name
Feel me it's really nothing, really never been nothing, feel me? Told y'all bitches stop playing wit me feel me like bitch Stack ya money, stay quiet bitch, stay out the wayTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.