WHOda1

My cup gone, still can't sleep, twenty M's on my mind, I'm thinkin' Bitch, you can count yo hands, yo feet How many niggas that you met like me? Hoe done went ghost, I still ain't seen her Soak this game lil bro let it sink in I don't know Rolling Stone but they know me though (Swear to god) Put me at plate make the hit like Jeter I'm the only shark that's above sea level (Yeha) Green light his ass talkin' like a female (Bop bop bop) All my dollar signs blue like Sears (Fff beep) Protectin' my oil, she been middle eastern I can't even lie, man I like her she decent I'm overseas more than [?] the [?] Bitches ain't loyal they sneakin' and linkin' Five thousand ain't shit to me, I sneeze it I feel the M's in the air, Beanie Seagal One's in the air, she entitled to keep it Can't have my heart, baby, take it or leave it If I go broke everybody will tease me Fuckin' broke bitches, I just don't believe it Just to get free, he will give the whole team up Fantasia he singin', but ain't really pleadin' Is you the one fuckin'? Was scared of Lil Weezy Who the 1? Who the 1? Bitch, who the 1? Who the 1? (Huh?) Who the 1? (Tell me whatchu think though like), who the 1? Bitch, who the 1? (Who the 1 you know?) Who the 1? Who the 1? (Whatchu think?), who the 1? (AP on my wrist, man) You know who the fuck it is L-O-V-E, these fuck niggas love hatin' on me Money, weed, PT's my big 3 fuck the Miami heat (Beat Miami bitch) T-R-A-P, been sellin' work I was bout 13 (Trap, nigga) Damn, that's captain save-a-hoe Look in the sky it's a bird, it's a plane (It's a bird, it's a plane) Ay little momma I know what you sayin' My hoodie Jose but I'm not a saint Don't make me give yo lil hoe to the game She get on that PJ her phone ain't gone ring You wit us or not ain't no in between All my bitches thick ain't no Coi Lerays You a grown man but got you feelin' a way She got a hoe nigga still taggin' my name L-O-V-E, these fuck niggas love hating on me T-R-A-P, I ain't new to this, this shit in my gene She just a freak link, fucked up skate, had to hit the Lil Weez R-O-C-K, rock on our opps as soon as we meet Money, weed, PT's, my big 3 can be Curry, KD Deebo, Smokey, niggas always talk shit when I leave Prostitutes grabbin' on my arm, gotta keep trick up my sleeve No Blake, trippin' on my wealth, fuckin' around wit Dominique Who the 1? Who the 1? Who the 1? Girl, Who the 1? Who the 1? Girl, Who the 1? Who the 1? Who the 1? Girl, Who the 1? Who the 1? Gangerski