Tradeline

I'm Like Damn Okay bitch You could breathe but you can't text me back, aye Ho I'm Justin with the vibes I'm bringing sexy back, yea In the projects rob the house with they sell candy at, aye Yeah my mama was a crip but she not handicap Walk around with fire she arson Stealing food out the market Now my pocket's fat as Cartman Like a grownup saying sit down! A brand new Wraith I park it Made it out of them Apartments All the way down to red carpets Ashurp Look I Bubble up Bubble Up Bubble Up Bubble up Bubble up Watch It Fizz Ain't no bitch without a dad Finna tell me what a real man is You're a whole kidnapper out here She be out here eating my kids Want to cuddle up but her hair on a dresser After that shit I'm a keep that wig You fuck with me you going to be mad High Key I'll leave you like your dad High key Usher son I got it Bad High Key You bitch made you a drag I See Ridin Thru the city with a Blower Ha ha Just came off a 50-city tour Ha ha Used to be my bitch but not more Ha ha Tradelines we finally up the score Ha ha Got to get a check Like I'm out here Burning Got to get the earnings Early in the morning One thing about the tables Little bitch it Keep turning Fire in a crib Mississippi burning Drop one of mine refund returning Turn 'em into food if the pot keep stirring You don't know enough, Little bitch, Keep learning Being that broke out here is concerning Niggas think they camouflage, but they tanking GTA and real life. I play with Franklins Face card valid in my city check my ranking Niggas say they gang gang, but they ain't in I got two hoes with me. One's a lint licker The booty club don't give advice, but I big tipper Her body is a work or art you get the big picture Sending mix signal's no off a mixed Liquor You fuck with me you going to be mad High Key I'll leave you like your dad High key Usher son I got it Bad High Key You bitch made you a drag I See Ridin Thru the city with a Blower Ha ha Just came off a 50-city tour Ha ha Used to be my bitch but not more Ha ha Tradelines we finally up the score Ha ha You Prepared to die for that pussy I am I am So get the fuck up outta here Fuck you Fuck You Child Nigga I'll bury you & that motherfucker Now what you want to do about it I'm Wit it nigga I'm a goon I'll blow the whole house down with a forty Little bitch Don't play with the big bad wolf Feeling kind of stingy today Don't play with your life Little bitch You could get that took God like walk around with my hair Like wool Break bread Gotta make sure everybody full Jordan the wizard Cuz I ain't with the bull Top dog Great Dane Rotwilder Pit Bull These days I got the whole hood watching me like a boot leg DVD These days all my diamonds dance on me Like I got a PPP Stretch the truth You see the reach They selling dreams Well bring receipts I ain't injured but I don't compete They flip flop You see defeat Its charity I feed the streets I'm gone fuck your bitch We can be friends after Let's keep it a thou wow I'm the grand master I ain't never save no bitch I'm Never playing pastor Stop saying you from LA If you from Lancaster Perfidious words You ain't outside like a curb Aye You niggas is nerds You only outside in the burbs We finally purge Since somebody gave you nerve You either die and You burn Or you could live and you learn