[Intro: xaviersobased]
(You disgust me)
Ba-du-ba-boom, ayy (S-S-Star gang, ha-ha)
Ba-du-ba-boom, ayy, ba-du-ba-boom, ayy
Ba-du-ba-boom, ayy, ayy, ba-du-ba-boom, ayy
Ba-du-ba-boom, ayy, ba-du-ba-boom, ayy
[Verse 1: xaviersobased]
Brought my tool, lil' boys on the loose, ayy
Me and you, let's see who she gonna choose, ayy
Prada boots, ayy, fuck it, Prada boots, ayy
Vampire shawty, and she got big boobs, ayy
Spent a hundred fifteen racks for the fucking beat, ho
P6nk spent a hundred fifteen racks on his teeth, ho
Luci spent a hundred fifteen racks for the jeans, ho
Spent two hundred fifteen racks for the fucking feat', ho
P6nk spent a hundred fifteen racks on his teeth, ho
Luci spent a hundred fifteen racks for the jeans, though
I'm with 6, I'm with 4, I'm with 47
Press up, shots up, foo
He gon' shoot, ain't no second guessing
Ain't no second guessing
Ain't no fucking second guessing
Huh, huh, I pass cru the Smith & Wesson
I pass cru the Smith & Wesson
He gon' get to fucking blasting
He gon' get to fucking blasting
I told rude to bring the bitches, I told rude to bring the bitches
I told rude to bring the bitches, I told rude to bring the bitches
I told rude to bring the bitches, I told rude to bring the bitches
I told rude to bring the bitches, I told rude to bring the bitches
[Verse 2: bleood]
Gang, yeah
Gang, gang, gang (m4ri, can you be my daddy?)
He told rude-rude bring them bitches
I might fuck up on your mistress
With your bitch, she give me kisses
Fuck that bitch, and now she limpin'
I rock True's, yeah, I stay fitted
Diamonds on me, yeah, they glissin'
Hit your bitch, and then I'm dipping
Promethazine is what I'm sippin'
I'm too cold, you might need mittens
Pop a Perc', my brain keep flippin'
Your bitch moody, she keep switchin'
All these drugs up in my system
All you niggas, I am shittin'
I told rude to bring the bitches
Talk down, JT go and get 'em
Your bitch eating on my children
Yeah, yeah, I got too much guap
Nigga, you cannot do this
I might pull up with a chopper
Hit you in your lip
I got too much money, nigga
You can't count like this
I might pull up on your block, lil' nigga, you a bitch
Pull up on his block, we gon' hit him with these sticks, uh
Yeah, his bitch on me, she really wanna eat my kids, uh
115, yeah, that's my crew
Run up on me, see this .2
I might just fuck on your bitch
I might get a drink or two
I got way too much guap
Nigga you can't count this, woah
I might pull up with your bitch
She gon' eat me up, like, woah
I might pull up with this chop
It's gon' hit you in your nog'
I might make all of this cash
Nigga, you cannot do that
Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah
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