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Oh my God, Ronny White J's, white Porsche White wrist, white horse Hi, bitch, hi, bitch Hi, bitch, hi, bitch I do not sniff it or roll it (no) It do not drip when I pour it (no) I do not run, I reload it (no) I do not save it, I throw it (no) White J's, white Porsche White wrist, white horse Hi, bitch, hi, bitch Hi, bitch, hi, bitch Lil' nigga, got bands in my pocket You lil' niggas broke, all that flexing, just stop it I cop me an Audi, that top, I'ma drop it I pick up your bitch, now them panties keep dropping I'll fuck a nigga's bitch on a Sunday One night, then I pass her back Monday Lil' nigga want smoke, then it's gun play Caught him in the field, left him on the runway We packin', you lacking, you talking, so bitch Yeah, we finna get on that That pistol be hot, it go in slow motion That blower, you know it got blow back I'm stickin' you up, bro takin' you down Since you flexin' like you got that We run through the back, get hit with this MAC We got guns like it's Baghdad Ayy, ayy (hi bitch) She ain't got FaceTime, I'ma Skype it Get her head one time, tell her, "Bye, bitch" Drop an all white Bentley on my right wrist I might take her on the jet if I like it Side bitch, Kylie If I dick her one time, what she gon' buy me? Come straight out the sky like I'm E.T Fuck that, bitch, my pinky ring 3D Young CEO, I could sign ya Quarter mil' on my neck, I'ma blind ya Cut her off, she ain't having no purpose Bitch bad, still buying no purses White J's, white Porsche White wrist, white horse Hi, bitch, hi, bitch Hi, bitch, hi, bitch Bitches deceased Smokin' on dick, she not better than me Pop out, lil' birdie, you speak with a beak Send your location, then Uber to me Bitches been hanging diamonds on my face Kick her to the curb, she ain't gang anyway Asian on the beat, then the beat gets slayed I took it offensive, so watch what you say Hi, bitch, got a .30, don't try it Ball out the mall, I'm like Kobe, just buy shit Sick of these bitches, they lie quick Clip shoot a movie, now talkers, directors, you dying Send her ass on a hike I don't wanna kick it with her, bitch for the hype Real pretty, beat her ass in a street fight You know I'm flyer than these hoes like a pink kite (Asian Doll!) Bitch, you mad, hoe Why you so mad, hoe? Hoe, don't wanna try me, yeah, that's on my mama's chromosome Commas run on 10, since I run it up (run it up) Never wanna line up, I don't do McDonald's Fuck crazy, you know I'm breaking necks when I'm pulling up (skrrt) All my numbers looking outrageous, now the blogs handing out praises Got the world using my phrases, hoes keep my name in their mouth Hope it tastes like shit when they say it (don't say my name, bitch) Barring out, I ain't got Xans in me, no Young, but I'm balling like a damn CEO Bentley truck, said don't give a fuck Came from the street, boy and beef shit, they know what's up Bitches that hold no position, come at me, fall in my mentions Hoes be thirsty for attention, knock a hoe out this dimension Then continue my ascension (why you so mad?) How you hoes living with no purpose? I be putting venom in my verses Bitch, you worthless, you ain't fucking with my worst shit Doubted me, now it's all coming together like cursive (like cursive, bitch) $50K a show, I'm doing 30 of 'em 5 million by the summer, keep the numbers running Bitches showing everything, I be understunting (damn) Understanding your regard, really had nothing (shit) Shit, but now I'm breaking records, and I'm making history (wow) How can they stop me? I swear it's a mystery Parents so sick of me, shouts to their misery Let your kids listen to me! How I do me if you was on a slow day? And I ain't gotta go to school like a snow day But my- in the stu', so it's okay Bank account look like a lick Broke hoe, you look like you sick Slide on the beat, like it's slick Bitch, don't compare me to Iggy, that old hoe is washed, and I'm lit Wouldn't pay her to wash up my whip Bye, broke bitch, bye, hoe White J's, white Porsche White wrist, white horse Hi, bitch, hi, bitch Hi, bitch, hi, bitch I do not sniff it or roll it (no) It do not drip when I pour it (no) I do not run, I reload it (no) I do not save it, I throw it (no) White J's, white Porsche White wrist, white horse Hi, bitch, hi, bitch Hi, bitch, hi, bitch
Writer(s): Ronald Spence Jr., James Lavigne, Nicholas James Williams, Danielle Bregoli Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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