SB4L

(Ooh, shit, that's a Danny G beat) (Xclusive made this) I hope y'all really on that 'cause we on that You better use yo head 'fore we put it where the floor at Feel like Santa Claus dragging bags, where the hoes at? I'm a scammer, dawg, I do fraud, you should know that Thirty ball on me fucking up the way I walk Puff this, puff that, fucking up the way I talk Yeah, yo bitch kinda cute but once I fuck her, get her off How they life get real when I start fucking with the fraud? She ask for my name, I told her "Tron", not the real shit Bitch said she real like, yeah, bitch, real hit You gotta be a handicap fucker, you don't feel this Bro ain't touch [?] and he'll still blitz I don't really like to fight with [?] the blicky on me does Living live so right, I could up a fifty or a dub You're returning box, I'm out of town getting in the tub I ain't wanna rap but [?] is really I'm the one Backwoods, crack juggs, my baddest bitch act good AR got a frying pan attached, get yo ass cooked Throw a hook? I wish yo ass would What I spent on the kicks, I could've bought a damn foot SB, man, this shit forever like life and death She think I like her neck, real life, ain't got time for sex 2021, I'm touching down in a private jet 2021, the lake house with the private deck 2022, Pacific time in a submarine Looking in the mirror like, shit, he look like the plug to me I don't chase chicks, my old hoes always come to me And stop thinking that you my bitch 'cause you fucking me Hoes lined up, give it up, boy, yo time's up Fancy than a bitch, sipping Wocky out a wine cup Y'all talk about my bangs, whole time y'all 'fros ain't lined up Slam a bitch like I'm Roman Reigns and fuck her spine up Dunking red in a cup, I'm feeling like a pelican I'ma Jazzy Jeff her out the crib if she yell again Louboutin's all white, red bottoms, peppermint I think it's fucking glue on my hands, the bag, I'm catching it Caught five thousand dollars, not playing jackpot Steak five ounces, hunnid dollars, ain't no Black Rock If you be real quiet in the trap, you'll hear the crack pot I don't wanna see no ass, I just want some lamb chops Stone Island on, I'm walking 'round this bitch like Geodude Toss the BIN up to Dee, boy, that's a Visa-oop Known to shoot the bag out but I can Greek Freak it too Think I got a problem, spent thirty on Adidas shoes Huh, shit, and the pants Time is money, bitch, so I need paper in advance Closet like Japan, Bathing Ape designer pants Slide a hunnid giffies then I do my swiper dance I hope y'all really on that 'cause we on that You better use yo head 'fore we put it where the floor at Feel like Santa Claus dragging bags, where the hoes at? I'm a scammer, dawg, I do fraud, you should know that Thirty ball on me fucking up the way I walk Puff this, puff that, fucking up the way I talk Yeah, yo bitch kinda cute but once I fuck her, get her off How they life get real when I start fucking with the fraud? (Ooh, shit, that's a Danny G beat) (Xclusive made this)