Lyrics

They like why the fuck everybody rap alike in Dayton
I'm like "If i rap like yo favorite rapper why don't you bang it"
He was clout chasing we done hit his block and now he famous
Used to dream about them racks back when **** said wangin'
I need 100k easy
Fuck I need to stress for
Bro was up 50 then he died 'cause a chest mole
Bro just poked a **** in the can and now his chest swole
You ain't tryna die then what the fuck you send that text for
I said you ain't ever gone get rich 'cause you won't take a risk
7500 for a fit and still ain't take a pic
drop a deuce in a apple juice i gotta take a
pissed as fuck I ain't do a PPP and I been hating since
I don't do percs
I don't smoke weed
I don't gotta flirt I got 50 in these jeans
My bitch rocking Dior can't put her in no Miss-Me jeans
I put my stuffer on a plane she coming back like Billie Jean
I'm in them waters bitch I'm paddling
Bad bitch got her going low like we haggling
Police flick the lights I ain't stopping man watch this shit
Watch me get 'em gone in 30 seconds like a Madden clip
hmm-hmm
New flow
Yeah we on the third floor
I hit yo town with that snow like where the birds go
Man I got the dumbest top from my nerd hoe
Late night creeping with that 9 this a perv flow
Hit bro with a bow like I don't dap
Like germs bro
Yo bitch came and got fucked and I spermed on her
Coke on a plate she gone eat it
Put that coke on the plate she gone eat it up
You ain't got yo fucking CC dubs **** keep it tucked
Fucking on yo bitch she in my recently deleted huh
Think I'm sweet like a edible until I'm creeping up
Pop a **** now he reaching out like I told his ass to keep in touch
Uppercase GS boy I'm G as fuck
The best things in life are free she say it's free to
**** bitches swear to God they bitches like they daddies and they mamas is
2 bitches in a white house look like Obama's kids
Shorty biting down on the perc like it's a chocolate chip
Trap don't work get a job **** stock some chips
Chop send a **** to the moon this bitch a rocket ship
My phone ain't rang all day I'm finna sock this bitch
Hell yeah I said yo lips nice but I'm not gone kiss
Written by: Gerald Whitfield
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