EWWW

Ewww, this the second time I walked in Yea, bitch im top three cause I'm not ten For real, can't nobody say I'm not him Ewww, if it ain't Ingo ain't no options Every time I close my fucking eyes I just see money yea Bro just sip Codeine so he got problems with his tummy yea That bitch want Celine, I got her Rick, I ain't no dummy (F*ck no) I already knew these niggas bitches soft like gummy bears I been on some shit that they ain't seen yet I come from the bottom of the mud, I need some Cleanex (Ewww) I just love this lifestyle, I'm not leaving I ask bro why is his mud so dirty, he start leaning (For real) I like sipping pineapple Fanta, this shit sweet I remember the first time I touched two bands in a week Now I'm look at 2 bands and I think that shit is weak I ain't gon' knock nobody hustle but Lil Ingo too unique Bitch I'm too unique and please don't get me in my bag I might go and touch 2 milli, then go motherfucking mad After that we hit the mall and we pop every fucking tag Then I might pull up on you in every car and get you sad If I said I was gon' do it then I did it Started touching all the racks, in money gang, I got admitted I can't wait till I get home to tell my mama that I did it I can't wait till bro touch down and all his charges get acquitted I might sip me on some lean and f*ck around can't live without it I got addicted to the addy, I don't think that I can doubt it That lil bitch just callled me daddy, I just like how that shit sounding If you got a problem then go at me, but I don't think that you about it Regardless I been touching racks all day my hands hurt Lil shawty walked into my life I didn't plan her She thought I cheated, I could never, I ain't playing her Stop fucking acting like you crying, bitch you playing hurt I like sipping pineapple Fanta, this shit sweet I remember the first time I touched two bands in a week Now I'm look at 2 bands and I think that shit is weak I ain't gon' knock nobody hustle but Lil Ingo too unique Bitch I'm too unique and please don't get me in my bag I might go and touch 2 milli, then go motherfucking mad After that we hit the mall and we pop every fucking tag Then I might pull up on you in every car and get you sad