Lyrics

Yeah i did this shit on my own Did this shit it on my own Ima walk in that bitch with Givenchy I cant even fuck with Vlone Swag im doing it different Check out my style, just look at my clothes I bring the stick on the road I got yo bitch in the back of the rolls Ima fuck on yo bitch, ima hit it and dip Ima switch out yo bitch like im changing my clothes Hittin' the switch till the g-lock be stutterin (ffft ffft) Not doin no talking not doin no butterin - Bitch i want yo throat And no u not getting no money from me Put fur on my feet i got Marni on me YUH YUH CTS fuck up the street YUH YUH Ridin' wit Kutta on me YUH YUH Aint no one fuckin' wit me Runnin' this shit up it'll never be over Out on a date with you bitch we at Dover Smokin' that opp pack bitch i'm fried, not sober Pour my pint up, bitch just pour my soda Pour my seven, 007 Fuck that hoe, I got several The way i get hoes, I need a Medal Diamonds and chains all got a bezel Diamonds and swag on my body Boot up the stick, boot a bitch off molly Shoot at that bitch on cam, iCarly I knew you snitched lil bitch I called it Smoke and I get in my zone Touchin' racks off of my phone My bitch she bad, bad to the bone I call up my killer, collecting yo soul Scratching your name right off of my role Bands they all on my body This perc turn me to a zombie Im in love with my money and diamonds Look for yo swag I cant find it When money come, bitches behind it Look for yo swag I cant find it...
Writer(s): Zeke Buckhalter Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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