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10Fifty, I love you Off-white bitch with the Off-White, yeah Off-White, Off-White, Off-White, yeah Bitch, I got some money, broke niggas over there Bullets taking [?] all cuttin' through your head Wrist, ooh, seasick Riding with them sticks in a big-body C6 Doing lil' bitch suckin' me and you kiss-kiss Geeked out my mind, pouring fours in a Sunkist Bop, bop Sipping on Wock' Opp niggas get popped Past shooter with an iced-out clock Shawty, yeah, you got one shot Ain't dying, we ain't drinking on Scotch Lil' bitch got slop my top Took the top off the truck [?] Nigga, stop capping, you bitch, Gucci slides matching the fit My bitch, she act like a brat, pretty bitch having a fit You niggas cuffin' these thots, they mobbing dick, no kiss Stick hit his head, no vest, you go through the stress, no check Ms on the neck, we ain't rocking no [?] Bitch, we get more money, y'all get the less (Skrrt) Swerving that Lamb', Lamb' 12 caught me in a jam, damn Getting fucked by a freak going mayhem (Woo, woo) Take the Drac' to the shit, to the meeting place A lot of damn shots when the block got sprayed Glock with a 31, shit took place Dripping in BAPE, and bitch, I go ape Rock my jeans made by Jimmy True Bitch [?] yeah, fuck the coupe Racks on your head, yeah, caught one too Then I get some money, it's one or two Got the pack from my brother, I ain't talking 'bout Mook' My youngin' 'bout the money, he'll serve 'bout it too Slime me, know it's a slime back too I ain't change on you, all the blue hundreds is the only thing new Off-white bitch with the Off-White, yeah (Off-White) Off-White, Off-White, Off-White, yeah (Let's go) Bitch, I got some money, broke niggas over there (No lie) Bullets taking [?] all cuttin' through your head (No lie) Wrist, ooh, seasick (Shit) Riding with them sticks in a big-body C6 Doing lil' bitch suckin' me and you kiss-kiss (Doin' her) Geeked out my mind, pouring fours in a Sunkist (Doin' her, doin' her) Bop, bop (Bop-bop) Sipping on Wock' Opp niggas get popped Past shooter with an iced-out clock Shawty, yeah, you got one shot Ain't dying, we ain't drinking on Scotch Lil' bitch got slop my top Took the top off the truck [?] Uh, yeah, if I got it Hey, what is a drought? I left some kids in her mouth Nothin' but Chanel on these jeans when I step out Know I'ma throw racks or slime when I step out I got some pigeons, get high like a pilot Pack coming in, that pack coming I ride with F&N 'cause I'm blessed like a choir Pullin' up Hellcat, switched out vans Real freak ho fucking all top ten Car geeked out, you don't know what I'm in Rich came full, ice age on the wrist I'm the real young GOAT, put me top of the list Gotit young GOAT, put him top of the list Got money then I chopped the whole top, bitch Glock that I got don't pop, bitch Y'all niggas smoking on woo-woo-woos Had your ho blowing like a flute, flute, flute Just like berries, I got juice Fucking bad bitches, yeah, [?] too No NAV, but your ho getting tap, tap Catch me on the block and I'm shooting crap, craps Riding traphouse, her head in my lap Off-White jeans on me but it came black Off-white bitch with the Off-White, yeah Off-White, Off-White, Off-White, yeah Bitch, I got some money, broke niggas over there Bullets taking [?] all cuttin' through your head Wrist, ooh, seasick Riding with them sticks in a big-body C6 Doing lil' bitch suckin' me and you kiss-kiss Geeked out my mind, pouring fours in a Sunkist Bop, bop Sipping on Wock' Opp niggas get popped Past shooter with an iced-out clock Shawty, yeah, you got one shot Ain't dying, we ain't drinking on Scotch Lil' bitch got slop my top Took the top off the truck [?]
Writer(s): Semaja Render, Raqhid Render, Nathaniel Band, Nikita Koenig Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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