[Intro]
I'm trying-
BrentRambo
[Verse 1]
I'm trying to make her mine, she hit me like, "I know your game"
I give a bitch a good time, shit, I did, I should be ashamed
Buy six pints one time, other rappers, probably go buy a chain
Rap niggas gettin' out of line, spank that baby, tell me it's not his time
I ain't never loved the law, ain't never met no bitch in my life that wasn't flawed
She wanted to get high so bad, she stuffed drugs inside her jaw
Brought my gun for protection, but I still fucked her raw
Lil hoe spend her nights signing NDAs, but I still don't know
How this bitch might act if I bring her around one of my bros?
I spent five-hundred-thou' on two Maybachs and parked 'em both
Flexing for my folks, got back on my feet just when I was hanging on the ropes
Your favorite rapper wanna be me, I don't even brag no where, I don't boast
Hogging up two whole lanes, big SUV, I didn't go ghost
[Verse 2]
Two-fifty Cash App blues, I took a little pic, I did not post 'em
Rap nigga wanna hop up, it's never real beef, it's not real roast
Grew up, used to do the most, when I was a peewee, now I got old
But, higher they get, the softer they get, like gold, all I'm told
Niggas ain't never did shit in they life but hate, that shit for the poor
Niggas spend so much time critique what I wear, go open a store
She say I'm so fly, I come see no feathers, where is your wings?
Nigga like me get so high, when I'm at home, I geek off a bean
New teriyaki sticks inside of a beamer, outside cream
Hoe said this shit so clean, she wanna fuck me, sit on the outside
Sittin' up under the stars, all in my cars, ho got her mouth wide
Pretty bitch love her figure, she ain't even thirty but she got her tubes tied
I gotta stop fuckin' 'round these young-ass hoes, she askin' my shoe size
Face deep in that hoe twat, big gun in her ass, she look like a water slide
Hit a bitch on her cycle, bitch got braids like Susan Carmichael
All of my cars got titles, brand new rifles, sit it right next to the Bible
[Chorus]
Two phones, fourteen whips, huh
Two guns, I can't be stripped, no
Creep on 'em, they can't be hit, hmm
Fuck on me right here in this VIP
Huh, huh
Huh, huh
Right here in this VIP
Hmm
Right here, right now, hmm
[Outro]
Yeah
It's Us
Rrr
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