Lyrics

Aye me and Kel going crazy Balenciagas press the pedals In a Hellcat I almost crashed that bitch way too fast (Too fast) Yea, uh Ali Huh Everywhere I go I keep a stick (My glock) I have to cheat a lot cus' I got some good dick 5 bands for the fit (Blew a bag on it) I just fucked off my re up so I gotta hit a lick Uh, Balenciagas press the pedals In a Hellcat I almost crashed that bitch way too fast I like bad bitches with designer bags She let me slut her out all I do is ask (Lil slut) I got shot at but Im still outside (So what) Never been the type to run and hide (Come and get me) If you fucked my bitch I'd be surprised (Like how) Cus' you fuck with dubs and she a dime (Bad) I'd rather fight but I got a Glock 30 My stomach hurt cus' I'm leanin' off a percy 12 pulled me over thank God they couldn't search me I had 25 to life up under her seat Thats a true story I thought It was over Look I don't care if you fuck the bitch Im fuckin' with (Facts) 9 times out of 10, I got better dick (Facts) She was only fuckin' with you cus' she know you trick (Facts) Everyone around me made bands with me If you fake that energy can not stand with me (Watch out) I'm not pullin' up dolo nowhere Ima' keep my stick And Ima' keep my mans with me (Yes sir) Everywhere I go I keep a stick (My glock) I have to cheat a lot cus' I got some good dick 5 bands for the fit (Blew a bag on it) I just fucked off my re up so I gotta hit a lick Uh, Balenciagas press the pedals In a Hellcat I almost crashed that bitch way too fast I like bad bitches with designer bags She let me slut her out all I do is ask (Lil slut) Uh I like sluts that go to church on Sundays (Come here baby) I'd rather fight but I'm also with the gunplay I got too much to hang around the hood still (That's a bar) When you gettin' money that is how you should feel (On my soul) I'm a joint baby So you mad cus' I fucked 9 bitches that you know, what's your point baby (What's your Point baby) Look, everything I rap about I did before That's why you don't hear me talking bout' killin' folks (Stupid) I used to be the nice guy (Nice guy) But bad bitches like an asshole so I had to switch sides (Switch sides) I'm on Melrose so I brought my stick with me It used to be safe but now its real tricky Everywhere I go I keep a stick (My glock) I have to cheat a lot cus' I got some good dick 5 bands for the fit (Blew a bag on it) I just fucked off my re up so I gotta hit a lick Uh, Balenciagas press the pedals In a Hellcat I almost crashed that bitch way too fast I like bad bitches with designer bags She let me slut her out all I do is ask (Lil slut)
Writer(s): Christopher Halawani Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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