Kicking her outta the whip

She knew me back then but I ended up Rich

Two phone ap weigh down my wrist

She knew me back then but I ended up lit

Let’s go

Type too put pills in the safe

I knew her back then now she lives to give face

She said I’m addicting like bitch I been laced

Like I know you been asking you ain’t making the base

I’m dead

What they wan say bout the shit that I do like I been off the Molly addicted to blues

They said it been easy but ain’t try on the shoes

When they say they been up it’s like definitely a ruse

Two more pills plus one more jack

Just to push the other one back

Ion know where I really be at

Like I’m making my money I’m stacking up racks

Call up the runner i need me some packs

Call up your shordy she feeling attached

All of these dimonds from Russia no cap

N she hate on my phone cus it flooding wit ass

Love it in Cuba been hitting like breeze

I got this lil bitc like weak to her knees

Wasn’t the call but she hit me with please

Like The way you get chedder im getting to Brie

I eat good no beef and rice

These pills run 8 still gone tn

The way im up might jack this flight

The way she love might stay the night

When I cook the booth at night

I think she just really be loving the fight

Ion really know if she ever been right

With the drop of a shoulder she stumbling right

I’m in designer still rock it with jays

Why her first question like where do you stay

I don’t know much but I keep getting paid

Ima hop on a jet then get stuck in la

Shordy cortonna like hop in a wraith

Wish I couldn’t find her but she stay at my place

I couldn’t tell but these probably laced

Like I’m making my money got five in the case

Kicking her outta the whip

She knew me back then but I ended up Rich

Two phone ap weigh down my wrist

She knew me back then but I ended up lit

Let’s go

Type too put pills in the safe

I knew her back then now she lives to give face

She said I’m addicting like bitch I been laced

Like I know you been asking you ain’t making the base

I’m dead

What they wan say bout the shit that I do

I pop tags

This ain’t no fluke

She way too good must play the flute

I’m way too up might touch the roof

Two more packs n then I’m good

I Got no pole drop hits like suge

I don’t smoke Dutch we roll up woods

She said she back I guess that’s good

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