Lyrics

Yea, Yea, hey (Damn, AL.XL, you cooked some heat up!)
Party wit' yo bitch, lil shawty on my dick
I just flood my wrist, if I shoot my shot won't miss
Pussy talking shit, wanna kill my dawg, Mike Vick
Sit behind these tints, got me feeling like I'm rich
Party wit' yo bitch, lil shawty on my dick
I just flood my wrist, if I shoot my shot won't miss
Pussy talking shit, wanna kill my dawg, Mike Vick
Sit behind these tints, got me feeling like I'm rich
Ridin' wit' my shoota, I just holla'd at a cougar
Watch as I maneuver, shawty wet and I'ma scuba
She don't want no losers, I been ballin' like a Sooner
Used to be in court, wishin' I was born a hooper
Now I walk in stores, spendin' money, hallelujah
Try to take a thot on tour, now I'm feelin' like I'm Future
Shawty super thick, ain't no cappin', she gon' show it
Told her clap them cheeks if you happy and you know it
Came up out these streets, with these words I'm a poet
Alex on the beats, if you try him, I'ma blow it
Party wit' yo bitch, lil shawty on my dick
I just flood my wrist, if I shoot my shot won't miss
Pussy talking shit, wanna kill my dawg, Mike Vick
Sit behind these tints, got me feeling like I'm rich
Party wit' yo bitch, lil shawty on my dick
I just flood my wrist, if I shoot my shot won't miss
Pussy talking shit, wanna kill my dawg, Mike Vick
Sit behind these tints, got me feeling like I'm rich
Like I'm rich huh, I'm countin' money like a quarterback
Rock Versace glasses at the clubs, you ain't affording that
Butter hands, dropping passes, shit you sold the pack
Dropping classics, spitting automatic but I'm bored of that
And you know we skipping fast forward all your tracks
All your shit trash, we ain't listening, we off of that
Me and Wiz putting rappers into body bags
Motherfuckers lacking steady capping 'bout their wads of cash
Like why you talking shit? When you and you and your bitch both broke
And pillow talking slick got the rap game in a chokehold
And everyone on dick, tryna make assumptions they don't know
But I'ma pop my shit, 'til my money come in boatloads
And why the sixth option acting like he shit poppin'?
Swear they got that dog in 'em, till Mike Vick got 'em
Party wit' yo bitch, lil shawty on my dick
I just flood my wrist, if I shoot my shot won't miss
Pussy talking shit, wanna kill my dawg, Mike Vick
Sit behind these tints, got me feeling like I'm rich
Party wit' yo bitch, lil shawty on my dick
I just flood my wrist, if I shoot my shot won't miss
Pussy talking shit, wanna kill my dawg, Mike Vick
Sit behind these tints, got me feeling like I'm rich
Written by: Akiem Lindler, Alexander Kajda
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