Wraps

Damn, this shit got a nice grip Bad bitch and she thick giving light lip Boy I'm feeling high as a pilot 2 sticks and they ready to digest (Woah) Can't fuck she got milage (2 much) I can't trust her she quiet (Nah) Huh, get the fuck out my sight bitch I can't lie but that pussy a vice grip Talking nice boy I'll leave you in silence SRT on yo block den we light it I can't fuck wit dat hoe she a thief Cz I took my shirt off And the bitch tried to hide it Do not run on the muh'fukin team We will leave you in peace And leave yo momma cryin Mayne the shit I release out this choppa is demons And they sending you straight to Christ bitch Keep a 40 and my brodie keep a 44 If we do it on the low it's on the low low Choppa took his soul I emptied out the pogo In Bahamas and she said she want a photo Mayne juss give me a break Luh shawty takin more than what she thought she could take And I get it by the boat I'm trynna double my cake Leave me alone I'm finna Flipp Dinero today (Ayy Ayy) Poppin em tags She goin mad nigga I'm boutta spazz Hit from the back and she calling me daddy Wasn't locked outta heaven this shit Alcatraz Delete my digits and don't call me back How you walking around with a pussy that's trash (pussy that's trash) Catching my breath But it's lit as a bitch I got flames in my muh'fukin head (uh) Nigga you shopping at target Feet coulda covered yo fuckin apartment Green got me high Ion know when it started Gang on dat nigga His nasty ass sharted (Eughh) Yuh Yuh I call this Wraps