Yo Pi’erre, you wanna come out here?
Call my mans
Not tough, no way you softer than Charmin
Late night she eat dick like hard ham
1500 for this FN, it won’t jam
(Whew, whew, whew)
Die hard, no cap, Bruce Willis fan
All white plush couch, cost me 6 bands
Niggas gone give me credit
I don’t understand
Bitch said she can’t stand me, I told her sit
Might psyche out and rent the whole
Top floor out the Ritz
Quick to cut a bitch off
If she start talkin’ kids
She ain’t gotta tell me, already know I’m lit
Young nigga lifestyle, vibin’ with that stick
Nigga mad at his hoe for askin’ for a pic
Ball down lil’ bro
‘fore I send em to the clique
Lil’ bro off Vicodin like he Stefon Diggs
(Aye)
Mush mouth off a X, shawty lost for words
Still strapped with that thang
Comin’ from the burbs
Real G’s fuck wit me from all different turfs
(Mhm, Whoo) hidin’ in this lil’ coupe
She gon’ make me swerve
Find me a lil’ boo, tell her not to work
Bet she gon’ drip off of two percs
Mush mouth off a X, shawty lost for words
Still strapped with that thang
Comin’ from the burbs
Real G’s fuck wit me from all different turfs
(Mhm, Whoo) hidin’ in this lil’ coupe
She gon’ make me swerve
Find me a lil’ boo, tell her not to work
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