bacardi

i walk in a party

i grill everybody

them biddies like who is that? i don't do bacardi

i put up the henny

they know where them shooters at

i speed in a bentley

she call me

she text me

they ask if i'm screwin' that

run up and we shootin' that

had some work

i was movin' that

i drift in a audi

turn hunnits' to thousands

they ask how you doin' that

tote guns you ain't shootin' that

better duck ain't no wooin' back

your bitch on my body

that money keep pilin'

them racks we ain't new to that

gang be runnin' all through the bag

leavin' bands runnin' through the dash

had some work i was movin' that

we winnin'

we ain't where the losers at

we shootin'

he ain't shootin back

we be rappin' but we really doin' that. we bend then we throw it in park

ain't no talkin' we lettin' it off

got no brain just the skulls on my scarf

but how he talk tough and he soft. super rich to the blickies i'm duffin' her kidneys

she know that i'm shiggy

i stay with' that grippy

we spin

it gets sticky he dancin' like diddy

i'm twirlin' with' dulap

we pour up a 4

now we gettin' drippy

we twirl through the city

i'm still in the 50s

you want me

come get me. please don't run up cause i keep a pole

chop super sturdy like bre nicole

how they switch up

i could never fold

in and out jams and we never told. geek and i drip and i wave

man i been trappin' for days

baby its taliban gang

baby its taliban gang

i walk in a party

i grill everybody

them biddies like who is that? i don't do bacardi

i put up the henny

they know where them shooters at

i speed in a bentley

she call me

she text me

they ask if i'm screwin' that

run up and we shootin' that

had some work

i was movin' that

i drift in a audi

turn hunnits' to thousands

they ask how you doin' that

tote guns you ain't shootin' that

better duck ain't no wooin' back

your bitch on my body

that money keep pilin'

them racks we ain't new to that

gang be runnin' all through the bag

leavin' bands runnin' through the dash

wonder why these bitches want me

bape with margiela get these bitches horny

after that paper i want it

they hit them blickies

they wan' get up on us. look

but she trynna' get next to me

she hella' squeezed off the hennessy

blicky gon' sing like a melody

xans got her rolla'

her head i control her

them taliban dump lettin' semis squeeze

pour up a 4

i drip i lean over

i call up kush blick out that lemon squeeze?

hop out that porsche and

let off that stick till his temple bleed

mickles and foreigns

look

but so gorgeous

gallon of henny i'm hella' t'd

call i ignore it

too busy tourin'

i walk in a party

i grill everybody

them biddies like who is that? i don't do bacardi

i put up the henny

they know where them shooters at

i speed in a bentley

she call me

she text me

they ask if i'm screwin' that

run up and we shootin' that

had some work

i was movin' that

i drift in a audi

turn hunnits' to thousands

they ask how you doin' that

tote guns you ain't shootin' that

better duck ain't no wooin' back

your bitch on my body

that money keep pilin'

them racks we ain't new to that

gang be runnin' all through the bag

leavin' bands runnin' through the dash