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Fuck a hoe, I'll go jack off I ain't used to eat, sleep, or shit 'til I got that pack off Bread on his head, nigga got bald I told my steppa, call me when he dead on the Asphalt Bitch, this a big body Benz when I scratch off I won't even let my friends buy a trackhawk Hear the last nigga he killed, he did it mask off Before you lil' niggas go spin, take the tags off Oops, who that is? That's a bad broad, yeah She act like she love me, I told her, "That's cap, dawg" In love with guns before girls, that's my dad fault Touch me, I'll give you head start, blow ya ass off She say my name, she gon' put some respect on it Got a lil' bit of ass and some neck on her I'm paid, she want me to spend a lil' check on her But I'ma scratch off in that Vette on her I put up the static, went CAT on 'em Fat mouth, and I put a lil' dead on 'em Stretch one I won't diss 'em, I come step on 'em As soon as he come out, they stank 'em Park the whip, we be hopping out cranking They like 4x, and Baby back blanking Where I'm from, it go down like an anchor Murder for hire, my niggas be anxious Put the pin on the fin, I'ma spank 'em I hug the lil' hoe and she fainted Burn his ass, nigga ended up planking (bitch-ass dying nigga) I pull up all black, and I'm strapped on these niggas Niggas killas in their rap songs We the ones really stepping, dare you act wrong, lil' nigga The blogs be hating, want me black-balled Ain't hit the motherfucking lott'o, but I'm having beaucoup of them Ms in the bank Like the motherfucking Jackball Type to hustle so hard, had to stop and thank God Turned it off for 6 months, now I'm back on I'll air this bitch out and go back home Then go sit in the bed with my baby And let her watch goo-goo-ga-ga on my trap phone I'll be lost without her, that's my backbone Young nigga turnt up, and then he got rich, ain't it? On top of that, both my BMs with the shit, ain't it All you green ass niggas, turn it down, you can save it I was riding 'round the city selling pounds before I made it I finessed the whole world, then they found out 'bout DaBaby Pink slips, got 15 cars, no payment Cheap shit, I sold it all, they would take it Freak bitch, she lick the balls, she go baby Eat his dick, kick her out if she basic, tweak shit She drink it all with no chaser, creep shit We tryna find out where he staying, all week bitch We out there from night 'til a.m Fuck that hoe, I'll go jack off Fuck a fist fight, bitch, we tryna have a stand off He M.I.A., knock his man off Baby gave me the rock like a handoff Then I ran it up quick, whenever we do it, we doing it big Shawty headbutting my lap, whenever she do it, I'm pulling her wig I spent some racks on a 'fit, put some racks on his hat, they removing his lid Nigga spazzed, nigga, you and ya kids Turn this shit up before, time to do it again Billion Dollar Baby, nigga, fuck you talking 'bout?
Writer(s): Jonathan Lyndale Kirk, Khalick Antonio Caldwell Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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