(TRIPLE B3AM)
(BentleyKush)
Woah, woah
Need my racks, cheese, gettin' cheddar
Mozzarella, gouda, feta
And pour me up, nigga
Yeah, woah
Woah, woah
Need my racks, cheese, gettin' cheddar (Hood rich)
Mozzarella, gouda, feta
Bad bitch wan' fuck, I let her
Louis loafers, Gucci sweater
My 'migo, he get me whatever
I'm gon' find you a plug, can't do much better
Smoke out the pound, apply the pressure
If she on bullshit, of course I left her
We got quality, but still the low price
He talk on me, don't play with your life
Extended mags, don't play with no knife
In the trap house Bentley, I'm gettin' these hoes right (Hood rich money)
I'm in the trap house Bentley, I'm servin' the dope fiends
Nigga, this cup that I'm sippin' is codeine
You set my 'migo up, tell them bring me the whole thing
They shop with me 'cause I'm the best
My mama said slow down, I'm blessed
Pray to God I pass the test
Two Percocets just hurt my chest
Off Percocet, I can't even breathe
My eyes are shit, I can't even see
Your bitch on me, she still don't leave
I poured up red cup like I bleed
Bae, I'll slut you out, get on your knees
Racks, packs came overseas
Got birds, they flew out to me
Molly, she keep grindin' her teeth
Ecstasy, we all get geeked
Need my racks, cheese, gettin' cheddar
Mozzarella, gouda, feta
Bad bitch wan' fuck, I let her
Louis loafers, Gucci sweater
My 'migo, he get me whatever
I'm gon' find you a plug, can't do much better
Smoke out the pound, apply the pressure
If she on bullshit, of course I left her
They shop with me 'cause I'm the best
We aim at heads, don't wear no vests
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