Lyrics

Bitch I be up at 3 am trynna let the check drop Bitch I ain't scared to zoe a nigga I ah crop a nigga top Real motion havin nigga Gallery department socks Jammin up the atms then call the bank after it stop Bitch i'm up at 3 am waiting for the check drop I'm mad as fuck I split some wok on my fuccin laptop Been fuckin up the Western Union until the damn account lock B22s wit nike techs bitch these Balenci flip flops I got a beam and Kriss Vec on my gen 2 Glock If I spot a fuccin opp ima aim it at his top I bet not see none of you fags wit these damn Balenci crocs That dog shit sticking to the plastic This shit green like detox How the fuck i'm half yo age and I done made 15+ Bitch my SRT got wings ah leave yo shit up inna dust Issa buck 80 on my dash that still ain't near enough I hate when nigga claim they havin motion but not really up I talk my shit and y'all don't like it but I still don't give a fuck This bitch complain all she want but she still gone let me fuck I ain't eating shit out bitch your betta learn to suck I be maxin shit out in this damn audi truck
Writer(s): Aaron Ford Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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