Lyrics

(Ha Ha Uh) (Bitch call the car up)
(Whistle)
(Bitch in da mood)
Nah
Who high bitch
I Like bitch
Plus She my dick up
Hm Im da yeat 2.0
But
I don't give no fucks
Hm I got Cletus in my pants uh
Lil creep comment on my shit like he a fan uh
Hold up uh
Twix bars bag
Pull up in dis tonka trunk
We got glokk we shoot up rat
Got da the Mario plushy all on her
Call my mans we pull on dis trunk
200 Glocks and I pull out mean
I got da money
Talking beff
I don't give no fucks so pull
Lil creep just suck my D ha
All the designer
Bitch I got designer
I'm higher
Recliner all dis shit
Be her
I got bitch pull up in dis ha
Be her
I got mirror
So don't pull up yeah
I got mirrors
In da glokk com here
I got here
I got money on here
I didnt mean to pull up in dis tonka
We up lets go
I don't gives no fuckes ha
Pull up dis tonka
You and you was yeah huh
I don't really smell no gun?
13 rider on dis truck
Reversel card on his book
Read the page like a book
Eat the money all above
Reloud her and shot up the gun
Fuck your bitch do it for fun
Speaking of bitches lets talk about what?
Lil creep I'm smoking your blunt
And daddy and your grandma she was just
Aucking my dick she a fan of me
On my grandma don't don't me there's a man In me
On my grandma and that big body better be
I got mirror
So don't pull up yeah
I got mirrors
In da glokk com here
I got here
I got money on here
I didnt mean to pull up in dis tonka
We up lets go
Nah
Who high bitch
I Like bitch
Plus She my dick up
Hm Im da yeat 2.0
But
I don't give no fucks
Hm I got Cletus in my pants uh
Lil creep comment on my shit like he a fan uh
Hold up uh
Twix bars bag
Pull up in dis tonka trunk
We got glokk we shoot up rat
Got da the Mario plushy all on her
Call my mans we pull on dis trunk
200 Glocks and I pull out mean
I got da money
Talking beff
I don't give no fucks so pull
Lil creep just suck my D ha
(Bitch, Ha Ha)
(Haaa Haaa Haa)
Written by: Jhasye Yumi Everett
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