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K'Shaun made this motherfuckin' beat, nigga Wake up early morning every day and count the check Bad bitches 'round me eatin' drip and givin' neck Book me, need the front end then it's a bet Choker chain now but next is baguettes Chanel drip up and down our legs Big dawg shit, now your ho wanna pick Percocet pill on me, I don't even stress Late-night strikin', yeah, my slimes tryna catch Yeah, went straight to the top, nigga, yeah With the same niggas from the sandbox, yeah In a hot top, fuck the drop-top, yeah Make the wrong move, be in slime park, yeah She left her pants and said she left her crop-top, yeah Pull up to your hood then we chop block, yeah Blick got 30, that's a big Glock, yeah Livin' like the baby on hot block, yeah You haven't seen anything I swerve in foreign things I'm pullin' all the strings, yeah Y'all rappers all extinct "Keed, talk to 'em," yeah, she tat' it on her boob Pretty bad shit, rockin' Steve Madden shoes High-top Versace, spend a bag on the shoes Diamond choker water, yeah, Honolulu Yeah, where the bag at? Take your chain, take a stand where the flag at Switchin' lanes, do the dash in a Hellcat Racks to my man Duke, you can't have that Racks to my ho too, you can't have that We'll crack a nigga face like a crab shack Whole lotta Jeffery bands in the hatchback You a plug and got packs, we'll slatt that, on slime Wake up early morning every day and count the check Bad bitches 'round me eatin' drip and givin' neck Book me, need the front end then it's a bet Choker chain now but next is baguettes Chanel drip up and down our legs Big dawg shit, now your ho wanna pick Percocet pill on me, I don't even stress Late-night strikin', yeah, my slimes tryna catch Yeah, went straight to the top, nigga, yeah With the same niggas from the sandbox, yeah In a hot top, fuck the drop-top, yeah Make the wrong move, be in slime park, yeah She left her pants and said she left her crop-top, yeah Pull up to your hood then we chop block, yeah Blick got 30, that's a big Glock, yeah Livin' like the baby on hot block, yeah Flooded out Rollie, it don't tick-tock (Flooded out) Money keep comin', don't shit stop (Shit stop) Fuck around and get me pissed off (Pissed off) Get shot, now you hollerin' like a hit dog (Hollerin' like a hit dog) Fuck if you gangster or not I'm with big slime and they slimin' you out (Slatt) Shit can get ugly for real You don't got no strap, you can't come out the house (Come out the house) Niggas been rattin' since kids, they some mice Play with your life just by rollin' the dice (Rollin' the dice) Bitches be broke and they bad My bitches be pretty, they flooded with ice (Flooded with ice) I made a whole lot of cash I walk in the booth and I spit it, I'm nice (Spit it, I'm nice) Boss number one, I think twice Evil lil' nigga, this world is so sheisty Wake up early morning every day and count the check Bad bitches 'round me eatin' drip and givin' neck Book me, need the front end then it's a bet Choker chain now but next is baguettes Chanel drip up and down our legs Big dawg shit, now your ho wanna pick Percocet pill on me, I don't even stress Late-night strikin', yeah, my slimes tryna catch Yeah, went straight to the top, nigga, yeah With the same niggas from the sandbox, yeah In a hot top, fuck the drop-top, yeah Make the wrong move, be in slime park, yeah She left her pants and said she left her crop-top, yeah Pull up to your hood then we chop block, yeah Blick got 30, that's a big Glock, yeah Livin' like the baby on hot block, yeah
Writer(s): Martinez Arnold, Raqhid Render Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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