We doin' hella shit
Oh my God
Yeah, nigga
I be doin' hella shit, put that pussy on me
I was doin' hella shit, back of the, yeah
They be like, "You doin' hella shit"
We doin' hella shit
I got these broke niggas in they feelings 'cause we maxed out
Gon' pull up in a Sprinter with ten bitches with the strap out
1 Umbrella with me when we pull off and scratch out
I told cutty get up out his feelings, pull them racks out
They just paid a nigga twenty-five for a pop-up
And if you still broke, that's your problem 'cause I got up
And all my niggas strapped, so how the fuck is you gon' rob us?
And how you finna say some ho shit and try to holla?
Yeah, man, if you see me out in public with my bitch, don't even bother
Soon as she jumped up in the whip, she sucked the dick, I made her swallow
Thick shit, bad shit, I got bitches look like models
Small waist, pretty shape, sent that bitch straight to the doctor
Bitch, I done stepped my game up, now all my bitches fine
All my bitches dimes, I don't even play with nines
Bitch, it's forty or better when you play with one of mine
You niggas play, then you gon' lay, I tell you bitches every time
Okay, short temper, bad bitch, but my money long
I can't wait to boss a nigga bitch up and put her on
Aye, couple thousand for the titties, then I'll send her home
A couple hundred thousand to the G's, you know I'm puttin' on
Okay, Chanel, double C's, two thousand for my jeans
Secret Saint, I just jumped off PJ, me and Bean
No TSA, I'm hella mad, I could've jumped on with my gleek
Shit, I keep sayin' ERD, you can't afford it, you too cheap
I was doin' hella shit, back of the 'Bach, I went to sleep
She keep doin' hella shit, come put that pussy on me
We be doin' hella shit, this bitch say I'm heaven-sent
We just left the strip club, we probably paid them bitches' rent
It's the mob, we probably make your starting five come off the bench
I got hella shit, I'm 'bout to put some diamonds on my bitch
I step out, look like a lick, we got Glocks and we got sticks
Let me see her, if she bad, I'm tryna ex her off the list
Oh my God, I'm in my bag, AMG, I almost crashed
I'm a '90s baby, I still got old hundreds in my stash
Fuck the bitch, I almost caught a cramp, I felt it in my calf
1 Umbrella, baby, this the mob, it's family over friends
Oh my God
We be doin' hella shit, bad bitch got fetishes
She got proper etiquette, I stomped her, then I jetted it (Damn)
I can't share my cup 'cause I got codeine in my soda
Yeah, burgers, taco salad, I just left out Bossa Nova
I was fuckin' from the front, that bitch so fine, I flipped her over
Okay, baby ARP, I walked that bitch up in a stroller
I got a Culpepper pass, Randy Moss in Minnesota
I took a sip of Zay cup last night, I woke up from a coma, damn
I was doin' hella shit, back of the 'Bach, I went to sleep
She keep doin' hella shit, come put that pussy on me
We be doin' hella shit, this bitch say I'm heaven-sent
We just left the strip club, we probably paid them bitches' rent
I was doin' hella shit, back of the 'Bach, I went to sleep
She keep doin' hella shit, come put that pussy on me
We be doin' hella shit, this bitch say I'm heaven-sent
We just left the strip club, we probably paid them bitches' rent
Yeah, bop
Aye
We doin' hella shit
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