Lil' fish, yeah If you can't swim, you gon' drown, hoe We ain't gon' save you either Ah ha ha ha ha Bad lil' thottie, she got body I'm on perkies, she on molly Sippin' on dirty, smokin' on Cali Big Rolls Royce, no Maseratis I'm 'bout to pull out that V12, I'mma shit on these niggas like E-Zel Let her ride on that dick with no seatbelt With the money, I know she don't mean well Niggas running their mouth like females When you winning, they only wanna see you fail When you winning, they only wan' see you lose Niggas steal and I can't let 'em see my moves Wait wait , ha ha Selling that cocaina white! Started off selling that crack rock crack rock Now we sell out arenas lit! She gettin' cocky like yeah I'm wit him Five bands, Gucci coat, rock it once, I'll never wear it again Gucci swag so relaxed Louis bag with the hat Uzi Vert with the mac Damn, thought I wasn't? Like q-tip She get tan like Ewing Nigga said he wanted a favour, we ran into him he didn't wanna do shit I don't care what he sayin' we ain't playin', we just wanna shoot shit Yeah, ran out them racks I'm gettin' back Niggas be tweetin' They gettin' smacked Bitches be screenshottin' Tellin to hit me on Snap She hit me back oh lord, she gettin' clapped Ever fuck a bad bitch in the bando air mattress Goin' ham-o, poppin' cat shit, bake camo with the matches Thirty on board, livin' lavish Hit your mans up, go to Paris, twenty grand up when the tat hit You can tell we ain't never had shit, no way! Fuck that check up fuck that check up Fuck that check up fuck that check up We gettin' rich, and these niggas sick They need a check up I'm so lit I fucked that bitch as soon as I met her Fuck that check up Fuck that check up Young nigga, fuck that check up Fuck that check up Light my wrist and my neck up Fuck that check up Young nigga, fuck that check up fuck that check up Fuck that check up fuck that check up Fuck that check up fuck it up, fuck it up Fuck that check up fuck that check up Fuck that check up fuck it up, fuck it up. Volg ons op social media.
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Nobody is fucking happy. Nobody has skin made from oil paint and sunlight. Nobody fucking understands this world. Fuck, nobody probably understands math as much as they claim. Tell me what your church has done for you?