Lyrics

(Spain, what you doing?) This that G-Model 6, she let me hit when pigs fly So I put a cop on a plane This bitch trippin' on me, I'on know why (Huh) Ho, you not even my main I'm rockin Louis V, Balmain I leave a opp wet up in the rain Too many bitches feel like Daddy Kaine (Let's go) Bob The Builder, I hit you with a crane Got a bag on you niggas, what's up? (Lil bitch) I got nothing but Runtz in my blunt (Swoo) He say he got muddy in his cup But I found out that it was the tuss (no cap) He see us and the envy come up Finna hop out the Bentley truck (skirt skirt) Interior white, don't fuck this shit up She lick it up so good it make me cuss, fuck Gotta run it up (Uh) Big boss moves, can't fuck it up (Uh) In the strip club, might chuck it up Bought her a new ass, now she got double butt I made to drip in Amiri Laugh at yo fit you so silly, I'm finna rack up a milli' I might hit you with this ray, I'm not talkin' Billy That lil' bitch wet no willy I got treasure on my neck feel like Nicolas Cage Said she don't know me but she stalking my page Got this nigga wife stripping Up in my bedroom and just like a gamer, he rage (Haha) Look at me I made a way (Let's get it) Had to push some people out the way (No cap) These niggas be tryna stay (Let's go) Six feet under, that's where you gone lay This that G-Model 6, she let me hit when pigs fly So I put a cop on a plane This bitch trippin' on me, I'on know why (Huh) Ho, you not even my main I'm rockin Louis V, Balmain I leave a opp wet up in the rain Too many bitches feel like Daddy Kaine (Let's go) Bob The Builder, I hit you with a crane (Woo) Rockin' the two tone Niggas be clueless, yeah, they stuck in a loop hole You little like a flute hole (Uh) Move ho, but you made it this far, nigga, I give you kudos (Uh) I just don't understand How a motherfucker like me ain't put a beam on ya face You a disgrace, don't slip up, nigga, there's a time and the place My niggas they ready, they finna catch this case Bullet sum' like a cat it'll scratch your face Spray just like mace, shit I need some space, gotta get away from the whole human race 'Cause niggas be plastic, I know that they fake But I'm livin good, I got steak on my plate 'Cause niggas be plastic, I know that they fake But I'm livin good, I got steak on my plate, lil' bitch Lil' bitch (Spain, what you doing?)
Writer(s): Cody H. Rounds, Nya Kilgore, Bryce Roy Moore Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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