Wake up filthy
Hol' up
I sat down cross-titter my knick, showed them my
Ih Ih,
I sat down, cross-titter my knick showed them my
I sat down cross-titter my knick
showed them my I sat down cross-titter my knick showed them my
Be beatin' his pig, thats sad
I go for a ride put bit mass right on her ass put a mess come cuz I be fried already
I stay with the fast already we pull up and find our raise somebody died already
I pull up and drive when I push that witness each like man you can get me
I used to write best then I got rich.
This is a tax.
You can't be my bitch
Yeah
I Can't be my bitch I
Was pregnant bitch I
Could see his back spread bitch
I cut to your spot and I take that *, hold up
I got the drop,
we lay that bitch, hold up
Get a stolen vehicle,
drive that bitch, hold up Push in your black on your sprayer, uh
Push in your black on your sprayer,
uh Somebody send him a prayer,
uh Somebody send him some prayers,
uh I got some * going on, crack that
I need a whole lot of leather
I'm on a whole lot of leather
I'm an every type player
I'm an every type player
I'm a credit player
Shout it, not this guy Shining on myself,
shining true like man
* a bitch like him,
driving the coupe road down
I'm about to get us on him
I sat down, cross-tatted my neck,
shat on my I sat down, cross-tatted my neck, shat on my
I sat down, cross-tatted my neck, shat on my
I sat down, cross-tatted my neck, shat on my
The billions, plop that sack
My vibe tryna go for a ride
I put a Vette mask right on her thighs
I put the mask on cause I be fried
I read I stay with the fast I read we pull up and fight I read somebody died I read I pull up and drive