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What's up big drice Yeaaaaaa, bitch It's with a x nigga Fxce Yea what's up big drice Oh you want a hellcat give me six G's Covid mask hit him with nineteen and put him six feet I don't think thats a crime im social distancing I ain't choose to be a rapper this shit was meant for me I don't like to cheat on bitches but I have tendencies I would've been had a million if I had ten of me Nigga you'll never catch me dangling if I got enemies But I aint even worried cause them niggas soft as hell I need a grown bitch these young hoes childish as hell Middle manning all them damn plays I was Malcolm as hell Kel-tec sing and fold up I call this bitch a dell/adele That's the singer and the laptop They pulled me over and took the stinger out the stash spot Niggas been saying they was going to get me but perhaps not Fmjs trying to hit two birds in one glock I mean two birds in one stone nigga Ain't making money off that bitch then why you got a phone nigga Grab her neck and beat it from the back I make her moan different I been in the mud since I was seed I was grown different I'm tripping I meant that I was raised different If it's my opp then I'll pop his ass don't need to pay niggas Paranoid think my phone tapped I'm finna page niggas Draco with the wood on it this bitch blaze niggas Yeaaa put a nigga in the toaster K give his ass all he can eat like ponderosa Make a wrong move ice his ass like ana and elsa Fredo got five k in giffys in flights with delta You niggas just now getting a fully we been had that Hit two ducks in a t now they need Aflac Her titties sit up right but her booty look like trash bag He wasn't on time for shit but that don't mean I had a bad dad I take care of my family but my moma like the hashtag You get cause I put her first She don't like taking money from me so I put it in her purse Seen a nigga drink a four of lean then slam it with a perc Fuck her in designer dumb bitch then squirted on my shirt My fan base crazy I'm tapping in members from the church I can't get caught with this blick again put it in yo skirt Are we money getting niggas, say it in reverse nigga I bet that shit answer yo question If me and gang stack our money up it look like number eleven Try to rob us pull this bitch from deep like number eleven If we crash into yo city y'all ain't gone do shit but call nine eleven
Writer(s): Edrice Poole, Efrem Jamaar Blackwell Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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