i made that lil bitch suck my dick
i could not fuck that bitch
i was geekin off the drugs i popped to many xans and shit
lately been demanding shit
i just can't stand the shit
i po up a four of wacht his shit taste like some candy shit
hold up bitch you dumb as fuck
i can't love no bitch that fuck the clique lil bitch you dumb or what
count up get your money up
counter when i count up money counter goin dumb as fuck
money counter when i count up it'll solve em
life is spinning like a barrel in revolvers
signed to this i leave the streets
mitch i'll pull up with the sweep
don't want smoke i'll give em heat
count when the shits complete aye
j o's on my feet i don't jump i beat defeat
jo's on my feet when i jump i hear the beep
say you bout that cheese bitch i count up in my sleep
hunnids in my jeans next to where my cig i'll be
going dumb if twelve pull up i swear i'm stashing it
i told juice i get a lamb i swear on god i'm crashing it
now i see i'm gettin bands make these niggas panic and
ain't have shit cept clothes with holes now foreign i rock the tag with it
i ain't have shit cept clothes with holes the same clothes i stuffed halfs up in
feragammo on my toes this goyard on my fabric and
b m dub perelli tires way them bitches grabbing and
benji's stunna hunnids stunna count up bitch i'm laughing and
money counter when i count up it'll solve em
life is spinning like a barrel in revolvers