Stupid-ass nigga (Fresh up out of county)
(Thanks, Yakree)
Ayy, ayy, ayy, haha
The block got hot, bitch, I'm lit as hell
I woke up today and put on YSL
Them 'bows don't look right, I put it on the scale
I'm fresh up out of county, I'm too rich for jail
Uh, Louis kicks, I never wear the same pair
I'm surrounded by these killers, all these millionaires
Uh, my big brother play with Pyrex, Bobby Fishscale
Uh, bae, the condom slipped off, I think it's still in there
Uh, it's a bad bitch party, no, you can't get in there
Uh, she gotta be above a ten, she tryna sit in here
Uh, I just give her daddy dick and pull on her hair
Uh, catch me on the opp side tryna catch a yeah
Uh, chopper now ch-ch-ch, bullets everywhere
Uh, boy, we get that lo', me and bro, we creeping
Uh, I'm in a fuck nigga bushes tryna get even
Uh, uh, fell in love with bodies because I'm anemic
Uh, uh, she gon' eat my kids, I pull up in the Demon
Uh, uh, she open her legs and she already creaming
Hold up, hold up, hold up, I just touch it, uh, like babe, you got me fiending
It's a lambchop, baby, check out the stolen whip
Hit the gear
Turbo engine, brodie gettin' out of here
Uh, I might pull another caper in that striker, yeah
The block got hot, bitch, I'm lit as hell
I woke up today and put on YSL
Them 'bows don't look right, I put it on the scale
I'm fresh up out of county, I'm too rich for jail
Uh, Louis kicks, I never wear the same pair
I'm surrounded by these killers, all these millionaires
Uh, my big brother play with Pyrex, Bobby Fishscale
Uh, bae, the condom slipped off, I think it's still in there
Uh, it's a bad bitch party, no, you can't get in there
Can't get in, bitch
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