Lyrics

Bitches press and tryna fight me over niggas (Over niggas) She say she finna whoop me 'cause he smiling in my pictures (Yeah) Don't give a fuck, I'm living life at 15 I'm a winner (I'm a winner) How you telling me you fuck with me but speaking on my nigga? These niggas be too internet for me Tell 'em what's poppin' (What's poppin?) Got 43 hundred niggas That'll shake the spot like bottles (Like bottles) Been tryna stay respectful but she make me wanna rob her I'm that gangster pretty bitch Still walk a ho down, call me model (No cap) What happened to the toughness? (The toughness) What happened to the realness? (The realness) What happened to the moment That you told me you will kill me? (The fuck?) You bitches be fake gangsters (On God) You bitches ain't no killers (No cap) The only thing you known for is fuckin' different niggas (Eugh) I really know you bitches Mane, y'all weaker than some sand (Some sand) Ho, you tried to cause a scene when I was finna whoop your ass Tell your mama where you was when you was fuckin' on that man (Ayy) But they say you ran away and was abducted by a van Ay, I get in it (I get in it) Ay, I get in it on you hoes Ay, I get in it (Ay, I get in it) Ay, I get in it on you hoes Ay, I get in it (Ay, I get in it) Ay, I get in it on you hoes I just really laugh at bitches 'cause y'all easy to expose Ay, I get in it (Ay, I get in it) Ay, I get in it on you hoes Ay, I get in it (Ay, I get in it) Ay, I get in it on you hoes Ay, I get in it (Ay, I get in it) Ay, I get in it on you hoes I just really laugh at bitches 'cause y'all easy to expose
Writer(s): Jayce Blane, Artem Leshchenko, Glockianna Glockianna Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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