[Intro]
Ayy ayy ayy ayy ayy
[Chorus]
Folks in this bitch, high as hell
Nigga can’t even stay up
We gon' come through let shots off nigga
Alley-oop, it's a layup
Shout out to the fuckin' tec lil nigga
He why you and your bitch breaking up
And I'm somewhere up in the hills lil bitch
I can’t hear ya bitch I’m breaking Up
[Verse 1]
Made that bitch think we went together then I told that bitch we breaking up
Pull up to your hood in a redlight, kid see me and told me to crank it up
Pulled up to a Lamborghini car meet and the owner told me to rev it up
Pulled up to the Lamborghini party, 8000 dollars just to come
I can’t wait 'till Rari drop a truck
Goddamn, I can’t wait 'till Courtney hit me up (Go)
I can’t wait till this hoe leave me alone
Told shorty dont talk crazy, he on speaker phone (Shh)
I can’t wait 'till they let Left Eye out
Pussy you know we had slammers at my grandma house
I can't wait 'till this hoe shut her mouth
Bitch if you ain't talkin' money, whatchu talkin' 'bout ?
[Chorus]
Folks in this bitch, high as hell
Nigga can’t even stay up
We gon' come through let shots off nigga
Alley-oop, it's a layup
Shout out to the fuckin' tec lil nigga
He why you and your bitch breaking up
And I'm somewhere up in the hills lil bitch
I can’t hear ya bitch I’m breaking Up
[Verse 2]
Foenem off the shit, finna drop his sip
I be woke as fuck, I don’t never sleep
Shoot him, broke his rim, smoke more trees than Tim
Cut motherfuckers off, somethin' like a Trim
Send the parking lot, hit the back like Sim
Dunkin' hoes like Tim, point me to the gym
Left off, I face my brim, clips, I got my film
Can't bitch roll my rim, hello Uncle Sam
Pulled up in that yurn', turn they head like Tim
Finna let the car fart, somrthing I can't help
Excuse salesman, can you help? Let me get this belt
Pulled up remy hittin' on me and I couldn't even tell
Gang gang has arrived, someone let off the bell
Your pendant cost my shirt and bitch my left wrist cost a belt
Boy, whatchu smokin'? Rock? Boy, whatchu smell? LL
Boy, let me tell you something better be cool just like LL (LL, LL)
I put the cat up 'cause that bitch causin' Hell
You tryna keep it lowkey, you wanna yell
Chief So ain't with that fake shit, nah for real, nah for real
Run flats on a supercharger for real
Who sold you that shit? man them shits is not for real
Red and blue supercharged call that man of steel
Practice made perfect, bitch you know I got skill
Momma made a bid, bitch you know we down to kill
You only stand for what? bitch what you tryna tell
Smoked too many loud blunts, bitch I can't even hear
Bitch I gotta dip, you got some chips I’ll reappear (skrt)
Ridin' in that Lemon, she gave me chin, crimson
I don't trust these niggas, I don't trust these women
Skatin', Bart Simpson, I forgot to mention
Don't be tryna race me, smoke you like a Winston
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