Akachi on the beat lil' bitch
Joey Trap is daddy, fuck all them other rappers
Look
Big watch, big bands, huh
Got your main bitch lookin' like a fan, huh?
Money in my pocket, to be honest, I can't stand up
Twenty naked bitches in the crib make my bed rock
Thirty bands in my True jeans
She gon' suck my dick 'til it's soft, now that's a true queen
No one tryna cuff me, all these bitches say I'm too mean
I can't trust them anyways, these bitches fuck the whole team
Dumb nigga want beef, nigga eat a hamburger
'Cause this thirty on my hip finna handle ya
Talking on the internet I never was a fan of it
He done seen the nina by my nuts and he ran from it
Dumb nigga just a track star
Used to ride the bus now I'm slidin' in this fast car
NASCAR, switch lanes swerving, Issa Jaguar
Stupid ass nigga really scared, got a fast heart
I can't remember none of these bitches that I ran through
I can't remember none of these bitches that I ran through
I can't remember none of these bitches that I ran through
Prolly 'cause I never asked asked they name when they came through
Two F's on my belt, bitch, it's Fendi
Two F's I'll never give, can't offend me
Got two racks chillin' in my hand off this Henny
She ask for a sip, stupid bitch, I'm not friendly
Dummy, ayy, I be gassing
Rings and things, lil' bitch, I be cashin'
Shake that ass, lil' bitch, you be spazzin'
Ain't no Ford, lil' bitch, this an Aston
Over, ayy, get it back, though
Stupid ass niggas thought they finna get a pass, though
Running through them bands, you ain't know a nigga fast, though
If I was a comic book they'd prolly call me Flash, ho (Look)
Big watch, big bands, huh
Got your main bitch lookin' like a fan, huh?
Money in my pocket, to be honest, I can't stand up
Twenty naked bitches in the crib make my bed rock
Thirty bands in my True jeans
She gon' suck my dick 'til it's soft, now that's a true queen
No one tryna cuff me, all these bitches say I'm too mean
I can't trust them anyways, these bitches fuck the whole team
Dumb nigga want beef, nigga eat a hamburger
'Cause this thirty on my hip finna handle ya
Talking on the internet I never was a fan of it
He done seen the nina by my nuts and he ran from it
Dumb nigga just a track star
Used to ride the bus now I'm slidin' in this fast car
NASCAR, switch lanes swerving, Issa Jaguar
Stupid ass nigga really scared, got a fast heart
I can't remember none of these bitches that I ran through
I can't remember none of these bitches that I ran through
I can't remember none of these bitches that I ran through
Prolly 'cause I never asked asked they name when they came through
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