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D-D-DxnnyFxntom That boy Joshreyy go crazy Yeah, hit his ass, when he run, he gon' walk like he tipsy (Yeah) None of these niggas fuck with me (Uh) Forty-round, shoot that bitch til' it's empty (Empty) If he run, he get hit with a fifty, uh (Fifty) Gucci, Louis, Prada, Fendi, walked in, bitch, I'm drippy (Drippy) I can't pay for no pussy, not tippin' (Nah) Ain't no branch in the road but you trippin' (Trippin') Hit his ass, when he run, he gon' walk like he tipsy (Yeah) None of these niggas fuck with me (Uh) Forty-round, shoot that bitch til' it's empty (Empty) If he run, he get hit with a fifty, uh (Fifty) Gucci, Louis, Prada, Fendi, walked in, bitch, I'm drippy (Drippy) I can't pay for no pussy, not tippin' (Nah) Ain't no branch in the road but you trippin' (Trippin') Gucci on me, a snake, huh (Snake) Choppa gon' eat up his face (Face) Was tryna hop on a wave, too late (Nah) Hellcat, watch me tear off to space Don't come to the zoo, you get ate Cook him up, he gettin' baked, put his ass on a plate Diamonds on me, frosted flakes I don't even know her real name and that bih call me "Bae," ayy Tell me what you gonna take (Take), huh Reach for this chain and it's bait (Bait), uh Fuck Supreme, lil' bitch, I want Bape (Bape) Fuck the [?] gram, I'll take like an eigth (Eigth) Niggas breaking the code like a vase Can't fuck with that lil' bitch, I heard that's a case (case) Can't hit this blunt, I laced it (Laced it) 'Bout five opps in it, I taste it (Taste it) We ain't even done fucking but guess what? I'ma go 'head and call you a Uber (Uber) Are you mad 'cause it's raining outside? (Outside) Well you bet' turn your ass to a scuba (Scuba) I'm a winner, lil' boy, you a loser (Loser) And I'm solid, lil' boy you a chooser (Chooser) Yeah, I was born to go in (In) I'ma fuck on them bitches, they tens (Tens) Hit his ass, when he run, he gon' walk like he tipsy (Yeah) None of these niggas fuck with me (Uh) Forty-round, shoot that bitch til' it's empty (Empty) If he run, he get hit with a fifty, uh (Fifty) Gucci, Louis, Prada, Fendi, walked in, bitch, I'm drippy (Drippy) I can't pay for no pussy, not tippin' (Nah) Ain't no branch in the road but you trippin' (Trippin') Hit his ass, when he run, he gon' walk like he tipsy (Yeah) None of these niggas fuck with me (Uh) Forty-round, shoot that bitch til' it's empty (Empty) If he run, he get hit with a fifty, uh (Fifty) Gucci, Louis, Prada, Fendi, walked in, bitch, I'm drippy (Drippy) I can't pay for no pussy, not tippin' (Nah) Ain't no branch in the road but you trippin' (Trippin') Two shots at your dome, don't give no fucks I know some niggas that run it up These rounds gon' quack and make you duck Da-da-da-da, you out of luck Made a whole lot of dough off of scammin' Fuck your bitch from the back, I'm crammin' VVS diamonds, I'm Xannin' Got so high don't know if I'm landin' Let's take a flight, baby I'm thinking like Boca Raton And on the mic crazy I send shots through your collarbone Been on my Forrest Gump shit, runnin' Ten toes, I stay one hunnid Pipe from the back, gotta grab on something, damn Thanksgiving, she gon' get the stuffing But bitch, I'm better than you Flow hit like Mayweather, it's true, damn Pills come in red and blue, fuck it, I'll take both the two Cap-ass nigga, ain't a rap-ass nigga I know that you been fibbin' though I fucked your bitch, I give and go Under mistletoe, make her "Ho-ho-ho" Hit his ass, when he run, he gon' walk like he tipsy (Yeah) None of these niggas fuck with me (Uh) Forty-round, shoot that bitch til' it's empty (Empty) If he run, he get hit with a fifty, uh (Fifty) Gucci, Louis, Prada, Fendi, walked in, bitch, I'm drippy (Drippy) I can't pay for no pussy, not tippin' (Nah) Ain't no branch in the road but you trippin' (Trippin') Hit his ass, when he run, he gon' walk like he tipsy (Yeah) None of these niggas fuck with me (Uh) Forty-round, shoot that bitch til' it's empty (Empty) If he run, he get hit with a fifty, uh (Fifty) Gucci, Louis, Prada, Fendi, walked in, bitch, I'm drippy (Drippy) I can't pay for no pussy, not tippin' (Nah) Ain't no branch in the road but you trippin' (Trippin')
Writer(s): Brandon Malik Rayford Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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