Lyrics

Talkin' too crazy yeah we all know that it's cap though Shawty thick fit, so it's perfect from the back though Dodging tickets, in the foreign I can't lack though When I'm with it, money callin' that's a rack though These bitches gettin icky Yeah they wanna lick me Gettin more than tipsy Had to get my focus up Skrtin' through with fifty Not even in my city And we take your biddy Just because they notice us Told ya girl don't believe me imma dog Tried to call em for the business but they stall Any city that I go to imma ball Any bigger that they get they gonna fall Pull the trigger ain't no gun but I can call Sippin' liquor getting faded in the car Spoke to Aff he told me he can be a star Now I'm lookin in the sky like that ain't far Bad bitch Movin' boujee through the city she a savage Shootin' movies getting litty we ain't average Ain't no groupie bitches chillin' that's a sad bitch Stack my money and my bread I got the cabbage I ain't here to cap, bout no paper or no hoe Runnin' up a pack, till my figures overflow Fuck her from the back, now she back up on my phone Lil Uzi that's a rack, when I'm back up to the dough Talkin' too crazy yeah we all know that it's cap though Shawty thick fit, so it's perfect from the back though Dodging tickets, in the foreign I can't lack though When I'm with it, money callin' that's a rack though These bitches gettin icky Yeah they wanna lick me Gettin more than tipsy Had to get my focus up Skrtin' through with fifty Not even in my city And we take your biddy Just because they notice us Told ya girl don't believe me imma dog Tried to call em for the business but they stall Any city that I go to imma ball Any bigger that they get they gonna fall Aye, woah These bitches getting icky Roll the pack, stuff it with the sticky Hold it down cuz the game gettin tricky Out in Cali I said R.I.P. to Nipsey I can't get it out cuz I got too much on my mental No rental, real foreigns through the central At the party and she off a half a Benz Ain't no Madden but I'm running to the end-zone Winnin' with the women I be swimmin' like a breastroke Touchin down in LA where we smokin' on the best dope I ain't ever thought that we'd be workin' on the west coast Yeah we here for vacay but it's also for the check though Talkin' too crazy yeah we all know that it's cap though Shawty thick fit, so it's perfect from the back though Dodging tickets, in the foreign I can't lack though When I'm with it, money callin' that's a rack though These bitches gettin icky Yeah they wanna lick me Gettin more than tipsy Had to get my focus up Skrtin' through with fifty Not even in my city And we take your biddy Just because they notice us Told ya girl don't believe me imma dog Tried to call em for the business but they stall Any city that I go to imma ball Any bigger that they get they gonna fall
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