Ba-ba-blaow
Huh, yeah, yeah, yeah
All these niggas got a problem with me, yeah, what's up with that?
Ly-lyin', sayin' they proud of me, lil' bitch, what's up with that?
She beggin' me for Prada bags, lil' bitch, what's up with that?
They sayin' I pop a lot of tags, bitch, what's up with that?
Bitch, what's up?
I stopped choppin' up my wrist, I made it out the cut
We put choppas on you, bitch, we takin' all your rock
I'm servin' chickens, boy, I keep them kilos on the block
I empty out that fuckin' mag, I reload, point that dot
Reebok Margiela, color look vanilla
Reach out to my dealer, sniff up, feel it
Stackin' up my bills, this shit reach up to the ceiling (Yeah, yeah)
Swag, boop-boop-boop, pop that pussy, hope you feel it (Swag, swag)
Yeah, yeah, put some faith in that bitch, you dead
Yeah, yeah, you done it, but you wish you didn't
Yeah, yeah, she fucked up, boy just went right back
Yeah, yeah, fucked up fucked up, boy just went right back
Yeah, yeah, stacking up founding fathers on 'em
Yeah, yeah, I'm the founding father, touching all these M's
Yeah, yeah, I just found my father, but I own him
Cou-cou-counting up founding fathers for my foenem, yeah
Swag, real diva walk in the spot
Real di real diva walk in the spot
Niggas stay wishin' they got what I got
I brought the chop in the whip, double cut (I got the cup, yeah)
I got the Wock', that lil' splash in my cup (I got the cup)
I hydroplane when she suckin' me off
Paranoid bitch think I'm textin' these hoes
They tryn' be me and my girl 'cause we goals
When it come down to her, anything goes
NASCAR Moses, I'm splittin' the road (NASCAR, yeah)
Fast car, they chase the whip after the shows
Taking these shrooms, I just ate a lil' Toad
Stunt in the truck, I throw up in the tonk
Bitch, what's up with that? 'S-sup with that now?
All these niggas got a problem with me, yeah, what's up with that?
Ly-ly-ly-lyin', sayin' they proud of me, lil' bitch, what's up with that?
Beggin' beggin' me for Prada bags, lil' bitch, what's up with that?
Sayin' I sayin' I pop a lot of tags, bitch, what's up with that?
Bitch, what's up? Yeah
Choppin' choppin' up my wrist, I made it out the cut, yeah
We put choppas on you, bitch, we takin' all your rock, yeah
I'm servin' chickens, boy, I keep them kilos on the block, yeah
I empty out that fuckin' mag, I reload, point that dot
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