KidWond3r, you make this beat? Dang!
Aye, gang, gang, gang, gang
Bitch, bitch, bitch, aye, aye aye
Too much money shit bitch, know how I'm rockin nigga
YSN, young street nigga
Get yo guns up, get yo funds up
If you on that opp shit, get a mop stick bitch
Niggas mad, on that broke shit (yo ass broke)
You flexin' with your homie money, that ain't yo shit
On Instagram with that gun but you don't tote shit
I'm riding 5 blade forgi's, fuck that hundred spoke shit
I'm gang bangin, throwin signs, on that foe shit (foe nem)
You ain't my homie you could miss me with that "bro" shit
She wanna fuck me and my clique, she on some ho shit
My FNN got blue chips, on some Loc shit
This bitch told me "Lud Foe, you stuntin" but she ain't seen a thing
And everyday I tote a strap cause bitch I been through some things
How you get money, boy your car don't even cost more than my chain
I'm riding dirty like Chamillionaire, trunk full of them things
Boy how you trappin and you broke? That ain't apart of the game
So she want me to bust it open cause she know you a lame
It's so mothafuckin hot, I told my jeweler "freeze me"
I spent 700 on some 700 Yeezy's
Left my fully auto empty, all I did was squeeze it
I heard you ain't got that car no more, we swiss cheesed it
Bitch, it's easy
We make this shit look easy
We gon make it hard for you but this shit easy
It's easy
I call my jeweler told him "freeze me"
It took him no time, yeah he did this shit easy
It's easy
It ain't hard
You tryin, too hard
It's easy
She seen, my car and she went easy
It's easy
Niggas mad, on that broke shit
You flexin' with your homie money, that ain't yo shit
On Instagram with that gun but you don't tote shit
I'm riding 5 blade forgi's, fuck that hundred spoke shit
I'm gang bangin, throwin signs, on that foe shit (foe nem)
You ain't my homie you could miss me with that "bro" shit
She wanna fuck me and my clique, she on some ho shit
My FNN got blue chips, on some Loc shit
Niggas mad, on that broke shit
You flexin' with your homie money, that ain't yo shit
On Instagram with that gun but you don't tote shit
I'm riding 5 blade forgi's, fuck that hundred spoke shit (forgiatos)
I'm gang bangin, throwin signs, on that foe shit (foe nem)
You ain't my homie you could miss me with that "bro" shit
She wanna fuck me and my clique, she on some ho shit
My FNN got blue chips, on some Loc shit
It's easy, bitch it's easy
Bitch, I'm playing in the snow like I'm Young Jeezy
You kill 1 we kill 4, bitch we ain't even
Paramedics found his body but he wasn't breathing
I tried to kick her out my house, she said she wasn't leaving
She's a skeezer
Told that bitch be careful when she hit my reefer
Got a beautiful black bitch, she think she Queen Latifah
Choking on these paper planes like I'm Wiz Khalifa
I ride my rims in the snow cause I'm a rich nigga
Don't got no sympathy or no patience for no bitch nigga
You rap bout toting heats, you better have yo shit with ya
I heard that pussy good lil bae, I'm tryna get with ya
Ain't brought no money to the table, I can't sit with ya
These niggas pussy, I ain't finna do no hit with ya
It's easy, it's so easy
Riding in the 2 seater with 2 divas
Ride with 2 Desert Eagles, new heaters
I bump that old Project Pat through my new speakers
I'm sippin Hennessy, you could keep the 2 liter
For my new fur coat they killed 2 cheetahs, 2 cheetahs
Niggas mad, on that broke shit
You flexin' with your homie money, that ain't yo shit
On Instagram with that gun but you don't tote shit
I'm riding 5 blade forgi's, fuck that hundred spoke shit
I'm gang bangin, throwin signs, on that foe shit (foe nem)
You ain't my homie you could miss me with that "bro" shit
She wanna fuck me and my clique, she on some ho shit
My FNN got blue chips, on some Loc shit
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