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Sippin' soda, codeine Hundred thousand on an AP, holy moly Baby Goat got your bitch on Snapchat tryna roll it (Ayy, Brandon, man, why you do that?) Cocaine on my wrist, yeah (yeah) Bust down on my bitch, yeah (yeah) Glock .40 got a switch, yeah (yeah) Pour four O's in the drink (yeah) I spend Kevin Durant on the Mink (yeah) I got that thrilla vanilla, for realla (yeah) I'm doin' drugs, I'm doin' chinchilla (yeah) Come for the cash, put the money on the counter (yeah) Dig up the dirt, put the gold in my dinner (yeah) I'm stayin' hot at the end of December (yeah) Yellow my gold, and it got me geeked (yeah) Wipe a bitch nose, make her kneel to my feet (yeah) Young trap boy, I be playin' with the key Sippin' on soda, codeine (yeah, yeah) (Freebandz) Sippin' on soda, codeine (yeah) Yeah, I'm in the one with the motor in the back, yeah Ride with that fan on my lap, yeah Dropped a lil' bag get 'em zapped, yeah Trap at the store, almost died, yeah I watched a hater get clapped, yeah I told 'em I wasn't there, yeah Maybach two-tone, Patek two-tone I ain't playin' fair (yeah, yeah) Uh, Rolex, Patek's, uh (yeah) Drugs, habits, uh (yeah) Drivin', uh, baggin', uh (yeah) Transformer snatchin', uh (yeah) Flossin' diamonds on me, yeah (yeah), do the Janet Jackson (yeah) I pray I don't go to Hell, but if I do, I'm swaggin' (yeah) Drop a Maserati just on a bracelet, that right there ain't nothin' Took your wife and gave her back, she wasn't in my plans Can't remember how we met, I was on them Xans I fucked that bitch in the Sprinter, snapped her like a can Cocaine on my wrist, yeah (yeah) Bust down on my bitch, yeah (yeah) Glock .40 got a switch, yeah (yeah) Pour four O's in the drink (yeah) Wipe a bitch nose, make her kneel to my feet (yeah) Young trap boy, I be playin' with the key (yeah) Sippin' on soda, codeine (yeah) (Sippin' on soda, codeine) You didn't have to tell me that you had to save your nut When you's fuckin' 'cause another bitch was comin' That you was about to fuck Come here (woah) Come here, you pretty lil' slut (come here) Tryna fill your mouth up with nut (come here) I just hit both of her buddies (come here) Left them hoes in the cold, they wasn't nothin' (come here) (woo) Give me top in the back of the Royce (come here) When you done, just push that lil' button (come here) Rockin' B's, I think she IFA (come here) Capital F in the middle of the tires (skrrt) Fucked up her Maybelline, look in the mirror (go) Cookies and cream, marshmallow interior Her time of the month, she can't sit on this (come here) She loves to suck dick, she swallows my spit Tall bitch, dark skin, Vivica Fox Bend that shit over, hit it from the back Foot on her head in my Gucci socks Too original, bitches can't tell 'em apart Envious niggas, they mad at me Got the Glock on the side of me, got the bitch to treat me like God What you expect? So disrespectful Was it Jason Kidd, daughter? Swear I couldn't tell Newborn star came with a pallbearer Baby Goat made a hoe get unmarried Baby Goat, ski mask by Moncler Baby Goat, stay in orange Moncler Way too legit, I'm fuckin' this Gucci bitch Damn, I look like a lick (I look like a lick) Audemar sit on my wrist She came from Pluto, that's an assist (come on) Cartier rings like Kylie (come on) Ain't got no manners, can't hide it (come on) I swear, this bitch hit like Riley (come on) Blue and red pills, like Wallace (yeah) Come here, you pretty lil' slut (come here) Tryna fill your mouth up with nut (come here) I just hit both of her buddies (come here) Left them hoes in the cold, they wasn't nothin' (come here) Give me top in the back of the Royce (come here) When you done, just push that lil' button (come here) Rockin' B's, I think she IFA (come here) Capital F in the middle of the tires (skrrt) Fucked up her Maybelline, look in the mirror (go) Cookies and cream, marshmallow interior Her time of the month, she can't sit on this She loves to suck dick, she swallows my spit Tall bitch, dark skin, Vivica Fox (Freebandz) Bend that shit over, hit it from the back Foot on her head in my Gucci socks (no cap) Too original, bitches can't tell 'em apart (Foot on her head in my Gucci socks) I don't like this type of energy, it's cool I played myself, so it's alright You are disgustin', like, just fucked up too I'll-I'll see you later (that bitch like
Writer(s): Martell Smith-williams, Nayvadius Wilburn Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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