歌词

There was one hoe, cheated on that bitch then I felt bad (yeah) Two poles tucked up on my waist, where my pants sag (sag) AR's somewhere in the trap, came with 3 mags (mags) 4 doors roll the window down, it'll be your nap 5 packs come from different things, and we gon' shift those That nigga tried to flex with 6 chains, then he went broke 7 niggas posted on the block, they all got poles 8 babies whipping in the kitchen, on the pot stove (pot stove) All these bitches sneaky on my bro, you gotta watch those Niggas really switching over fame, they talking like hoes All my niggas trapping really savage and they got poles Let a nigga tripping, I'mma put him in a choke hold They say, Nigga, when I hop out that Wraith And they all tryna come be my friend but I just want the cake True to myself cuz I know a lot of niggas fake I used to want clout, I grew up from that phase Making me play, so that 'Rari switch lanes Niggas gon hate, give two fucks cuz I'm paid Always make noise when we come to your state Keep playing games, we gon' come to your place And bounce out with K's There was one hoe, cheated on that bitch then I felt bad (yeah) Two poles tucked up on my waist, where my pants sag (sag) AR's somewhere in the trap, came with 3 mags (mags) 4 doors roll the window down, it'll be your nap 5 packs come from different things, and we gon' shift those (yeah) That nigga tried to flex with 6 chains, then he went broke 7 niggas posted on the block, they all got poles 8 babies whipping in the kitchen, on the pot stove (pot stove) (Bitch)
Writer(s): Aaron Alexander Christian, Nicholas Simmons, Irvin Devine Whitlow Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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