Arp's

Bad lil' bitch, she rub on my body Call me El Guapo cause I got narcotics In the club, we got dreads and charges Watch out for them youngins, they like to party She suck on my soul, feel that liver, it's just top A brand new M truck, I told her to stop and be a man's diamond, yeah, there was no option Me and my gang like babbin' and robbin Yeah, I'm weavin' and bobbin' and bobbin' and weavin I'm takin' your bitch just for the heat Said I got good deals, she ain't gon' be leavin Sip so much lean, this shit got me geekin Yeah, yeah, ayy, bitch Listen, this therapy gon' tear up your belly She shakin' ass and I'm shakin' like jelly I'ma catch me in back, not no case like R. Kelly Beatin' out the pussy tails, that shit be smelly I know I'm rich as f*ck, you don't need to tell me Don't need to tell me, yeah, I'm rich as f*ck Rich as can be, I don't f*ck with posers, she get put on the T Body bag, I'm yellow tape on the scene The only thing left was 223s Yeah, and it's chrome heart jeans But who give a f*ck That boy was a feature, yeah ARPs, 223s F*ck with me, you gon F*ck with me, then you gonna see F*ck with me, you get popped like a bean ARPs, yeah, 223s This gon' be a murder scene D1 shoes, they recruitin' me This shit scary, know what I mean Michael Myers on Halloween ARPs, 223s Look, listen, speed it up, bitch This Glock gon' be tickin I got her prettin', you know that I'm dissed Spent 200 racks on this shit and it glistened Hop on this truck and you know that I'm spittin All off the dome, bitch, this shit wasn't written Went over the counter, I hit in the kitchen Take ten toes down, can't triple for bitches ARPs, 223s F*ck with me, you gon' see