Man, this nigga got me weirdly bent
Niggas got me bent, straddling the fence
That's what yo ass get for not making sense
Later bitch
I can't necessarily get excited if it ain't make me rich
Sit back, watching niggas cap on my patient shit
They like, dang! Where you get all that game?
Born and raised in it
I ain't even really scratched the surface, barely grazing it
If it's funk, pull up at yo door
Bitch we catering
Countin bread in between her legs, while she play with it
I was getting glorious gawk-gawk from a Gloria
Too many drunken nights at the Waldorf Historia
Pull them to the side
The panties was from Victoria
Pussy give me drive for the future like DeLorean's
Dreaming of dating Zendaya
Watching Euphoria
We both from The Town, its levels she many stories up
Way too horny of a Warrior, I'm a Whoreior
Niggas copy what I did but always do it cornier
Cartier's on my cornea
I'm not a normie bruh
Bitches wanna hold me back
Never wanna hold me up
Texting G.O.A.T.'s like
Ain't no fucking way he know me bruh
What the fuck he say?
Matter fact, he trying to hoe me bruh
I can't let them get put me in my feelings
Throwing stone me up
Stone Island coat
Stone Cold stunner on a slut
I was rock hard getting sucked
At my ops candle light
No shame it was fun
They say, keep yo enemies close to the front
So I found every zero, now I'll always be the one
Niggas got me bent, straddling the fence
That's what yo ass get for not making sense
Later bitch
I can't necessarily get excited if it ain't make me rich
Sit back, watching niggas cap on my patient shit
They like, dang! Where you get all that game?
Born and raised in it
I ain't even really scratched the surface, barely grazing it
If it's funk, pull up at yo door
Bitch we catering
Countin bread in between her legs, while she play with it
She a Wilhelmina model
I took that hoe to Popeyes
She a rich bitch
But I'm still gone feed her hot fries
Most these rappers chicken
I'm ready with the pot pies
I knew I took his chick
The key is that we locked eyes
I'm ready for whatever, like white women up in Clueless
The flow ain't have no tutor, so you know the shit is stupid
All my niggas shooting off the love, like they Cupid
All yo niggas young but they ain't thug, so what you doing?
Bitch!
I'm in Bape from 2008
9:15, all my money straight
I'm feeling myself, don't got to masturbate
I'm eating, I won't pass the plate
Since my Grandma passed away
I been on these hoes
Just like birth control
Yeah, that pussy fire but it isn't worth a Birkin though
Niggas switching sides
I-D-K which one they working for
Niggas wanna play until the mother fucking curtain close
I been paying all homage to my OG's
Said she likes to smoke but she can't really roll weed
When she licks me up, she on both knees
When I catch her out I'm like hoe, please!
Niggas got me bent, straddling the fence
That's what yo ass get for not making sense
Later bitch
I can't necessarily get excited if it ain't make me rich
Sit back, watching niggas cap on my patient shit
They like, dang! Where you get all that game?
Born and raised in it
I ain't even really scratched the surface, barely grazing it
If it's funk, pull up at yo door
Bitch we catering
Counting bread in between her legs, while she play with it
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