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We finna drop em like on the floor
I wanna f*ck on that b*tch from the back of the trap
Have her screamin like Lana Rhoades
I wanna hit it, just like a pack
She wanna suck on my di*k from the back
Couple of hoes that I mix in da trap
Bro is a simp, he get a pat on the back
I'm cooking up yola with my hoes
I run from da cops, like uh oh
I keep that muhf*ckin' pole
I'm a addict, I'm struggling
b*tches, your fumbling
My money keeps tumbling
Up, up, u-up
I'm smoking on gas
We will not last
So let's just leave this sh*t in the past
Leave me alone
Don't call on my phone
I f*ck on dat b*tch
Lower ya tone
I try and I try again
But I don't wanna be your friend
f*ck the old me, I just want da new me
f*ck the old me, I just want da new me
I don't f*ck wit b*tches that be sayin that they knew me
I don't really love her, I jus say that for the doonies
I got a barrel round, it shaped like boobies
In da trap with my youngin's, yeah they newbies
She said she wanna f*ck, she wan do me
Someone get they mans, 'cause they fruity
He rocking the belt, that I gave em
His mom is a b*tch, she ain't raise em
I flex on my money, I faze em
That boy is a b*tch and I paved em
That boy is a b*tch and I praised em
That boy my son and he still talkin sh*t
That boy my son but he still is a b*tch
How you get a bloody nose from ya own clique
He tryna make fun of da fits
That boy rockin no brand
Beat up by his own fam
Beat up by his own mans
I take the perc, yeah I cannot land
I really see that I got the fans
I really see that I got the bands
I really count it up in my hands