Lyrics

Fourty clean a **** up I gotta spill some Tide on em
Ain't never played D I'm leaving **** wide open
Boy was flexing on the gram, had to end the live on him
My bitch'll buss it baby, I done went to plies on her
You **** ain't gone touch me, I'll put the Five on it
The bitch ain't wanna fuck me, had to put the guys on her
Don't try to ride the wave, fuck around and drown on it (Heart been broke so many times)
Had to send the Rod on em
You a killer on the gram, boy you ain't even like that
Boy got a 9, it hold 11, finna get him hijacked
How the fuck is you so rich and you ain't got no ice yet?
Dman finna come home, I got my **** Mike back
You ain't dancing on the dick baby that's the clip
Bitch put the face on my dick, almost crashed the whip
I done blew past the opps, then **** mad as piss, (Them **** mad as hell)
You pulled One bank scam, you ain't having shit
Finna fuck the chicken up, yeah that's my **** Snoop
Free my opp killer, yeah that's my **** Mook
Free Harp out then out them cells, Ju that's my **** too
We ain't getting scored on at all, unless my **** hoop
Everytime I get pulled over, I get questioned, **** cops
They dissing people who had cancer, we dissing **** who got boxed
We the **** going to jail, y'all the ones getting dropped
We them **** getting ****, y'all the ones getting got (Boy)
Written by: FWC Big Key
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