Lyrics

Keep the talking I don't rest bitch, Ima mark it on ma checklist
Ima roll it off in a Benz bitch try not
To catch I be the man and you helpless uhhh
Yeah, she fucking with me cuz she can
I want them hundreds in grams
Fuck up the scam to leave me the digits I ran yeah aye
Oh, yeah, oh, okay, yeah
47 shots
Keep the talking I don't rest bitch, Ima mark it on ma checklist
Ima roll it off in a Benz bitch try not
To catch I be the man and you helpless uhhh
Yeah, she fucking with me cuz she can
I want them hundreds in grams
Fuck up the scam to leave me the digits I ran yeah aye
Keep the talking I don't rest bitch, Ima mark it on ma checklist
Ima roll it off in a Benz bitch try not
To catch I be the man and you helpless uhhh
Yeah, she fucking with me cuz she can
I want them hundreds in grams
Fuck up the scam to leave me the digits I ran yeah aye
I just need a lighter, Ima roll that fye up
She said she ain't riding if we sliding out that fire truck
Ima stay away from her
Young **** ain't good with birds, that sack moved get out my turn
Ima fuck her sister first, she said I done denied
I said ohhh whyy?
She said she don't fly with guys no ride or die
But she get piped and leave the sight like damnn
No motion this my plan
I ran the check now who up next wait oh shit this my land yeah ayy
Keep the talking I don't rest bitch, Ima mark it on ma checklist
Ima roll it off in a Benz bitch try not
To catch I be the man and you helpless uhhh
Yeah, she fucking with me cuz she can
I want them hundreds in grams
Fuck up the scam to leave me the digits I ran yeah aye
Keep the talking I don't rest bitch, Ima mark it on ma checklist
Ima roll it off in a Benz bitch try not
To catch I be the man and you helpless uhhh
Yeah, she fucking with me cuz she can
I want them hundreds in grams
Fuck up the scam to leave me the digits I ran yeah aye
I'm so high but I feel so low
I be fucking bitches they be thinking they'll blow
I don't really wanna count the digits no more
They be talkin bout my **** like my **** don't go
I got em I got em I let em go down
Fuck what you thought I'm the greatest around
Drop that bitch off in her wedding ring, gown
I told you I'll fuck you and leave you right now
Yeah ain't my fault no, that I just ball woah
I hit it off the wall tho, ain't shopping at the mall no
I just wanna hit it from the back one time
Swear to god you better never call my line
I got all my bitches in a check like signs
And I'm tryna make a mill off every rap or rhyme
Keep the talking I don't rest bitch, Ima mark it on ma checklist
Ima roll it off in a Benz bitch try not
To catch I be the man and you helpless uhhh
Yeah, she fucking with me cuz she can
I want them hundreds in grams
Fuck up the scam to leave me the digits I ran yeah aye
Keep the talking I don't rest bitch, Ima mark it on ma checklist
Ima roll it off in a Benz bitch try not
To catch I be the man and you helpless uhhh
Yeah, she fucking with me cuz she can
I want them hundreds in grams
Fuck up the scam to leave me the digits I ran yeah aye
47 shots
Written by: Dario Montero
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