Yeah
Huh, uh, bitch
(1800 for you)
(Ayo, Shek, this yours?)
Uh
What up, 1800?
If I got on your ass, it's 'bout respect or 'bout some money
It'll never be 'bout a bitch, bro, I got like a hundred
Ridin' in a whip that's satin black, bro, you ain't gon' see us comin'
Huh, it's matchin' with the SHDWS
She came Chanelly kicks to match it with her Alo
I'm finna give dukes a 100K 'cause that's my backbone
She taught me never punch a bitch, but you can still get smacked, though
Smack down, beat her shit until her back broke
Thousand-dollar clothes, they got holes, so I'll just act broke
They don't even know this ERD, let 'em nap, though
Finna rock the Micro Drac' today, bro, grab my fat coat
Fat clothes, I ain't fat, though, it's just my gun big
Doin' donuts in a Jailbreak until the tires slick
This bitch ain't never goin' nowhere and I ain't even buy her shit
I make sure that everybody get the belt just like the flight attendants, tss (Huh, huh, huh)
Check dog that's in the stu', bro, he too quiet with it
Just know I'ma work my stick, lil' nigga, I'm dyin' with it
Finally old enough to grab a pole, I still can't buy them bitches
Mm, bitch, 'cause I'm still fightin' shit
'Bout to tell my chain, "Chill out, you gettin' too loud again"
Nigga, I always got some money, I never had a problem with it
Gettin' my script from granny, that's the only time I pop them bitches
Drop a deuce inside that Sprite and now my pop is twisted
Glock keep fallin' down my pants 'cause ain't no drawstring in 'em
Gotta pull up with somethin' more than a 'Cat 'cause I'll still walk them bitches
Gotta give me some pape' to hop on your songs and I'll come walk them bitches
Everything I talk expensive, everything I bought expensive
Every bitch get what they want, that's if I'm really fuckin' with you
I was in the trap helpin' the boys, don't come check them bitches
If my niggas blow, you gon' get poked, gang 'nem pufferfish
Grown niggas was hatin' on me, now they ass can't touch the kid
People know me overseas, nigga, not just in fuckin' Flint
I been standin' on business, nigga, don't ask when I'ma bust my wrist
Nigga, I'm still up shit, I can cop a new kit and bust my bitch
Huh, huh
Nigga, I'm still up shit, I can cop a new kit and bust my bitch
You know?
Rich
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