LIKE DIS

Ooh (Plug) And it looks like I'ma die like this (Hoodrich) With a bad red bitch (Polo Boy Shawty on the track So I am killing it) In the club fifty deep Everybody got it on 'em With a real bad bitch and she Came in with a partner I'm in love with stripper hoes but I'm known to keep some models And my section full of bottles Hit 'em once and then I stall 'em Just met a rich bitch, she like Gucci, Louis Prada she don't need a nigga for shit and You can't her tell shit about her She just wanna give me top 'cause I got it from the bottom Used to practice now I'm balling Used to hold but now I'm all in Got my back against the world It's just me and my bitch She suck my dick in high fashion Makе her feel like the shit I'm counting bluе and green hundreds With a bad red bitch And it looks like I'ma die like this Ooh, running outta gas, baby You should hit the (Plug) I was in Gwinnett, doing verses, showing love Make sure that you got your money 'fore you hit the club Baby, yeah, he too close That nigga is a scrub Got designer problems every time I wake up ZaZa in my blunt, yeah, when I bake up Feel like Skateboard P, yeah, with the Jacobs Polo Shawty, Polo Shawty, boolin' with the (Plug) I was in Chicago boolin' with a model Took her to Atlanta now she wanna gobble Rocky Mountain wrist feel like Colorado Baby, don't be pissed, I'm in full throttle That's that OG, uh, ball like Kobe Still rocking OG Jordans Feeling like I'm 23 You got hoes, I got bros All this money on me Never switch the code, yeah, keep it lowkey In the club fifty deep Everybody got it on 'em With a real bad bitch and she Came in with a partner I'm in love with stripper hoes but I'm known to keep some models And my section full of bottles Hit 'em once and then I stall 'em Just met a rich bitch, she like Gucci, Louis Prada she don't need a nigga for shit and You can't her tell shit about her She just wanna give me top 'cause I got it from the bottom Used to practice now I'm balling Used to hold but now I'm all in Got my back against the world It's just me and my bitch She suck my dick in high fashion Make her feel like the shit I'm counting blue and green hundreds With a bad red bitch And it looks like I'ma die like this Yeah, and it look like we got that Bag 'cause we got that bag Back to back foreigns, paper tags I be popping tags I got blue hundreds, Ben Franks, sad It got these niggas mad If he play, we get him touched like a iPad We got Glocks with extended mags Bad bitch got an expensive bag Bad bitch, I'm gon' get 'em wet Don't waste my time 'cause you Can't get it back This coupe don't got no back seats The fire don't got no heart This shit easy, it ain't hard to me I'm a SOS all star with this Glock Hold fifty ten toes down, ain't fifty-fifty My circle small, these niggas iffy Everybody 'round me with me I can't go nowhere without it This tint so dark, the sky look cloudy I get that money, ain't no way around it The racks in my hand, I count it Taking risks got my heart pounding Le Wuz jeans, don't need no stylist I got leg room in that big body And that fire on me, don't tell nobody Don't ask me, I don't know nobody If I pull up on time, then I'm the latest I'm in that fast shit, I scraped the rims All we know is get it in It don't matter if you don't get the win In the club fifty deep Everybody got it on 'em With a real bad bitch and she Came in with a partner I'm in love with stripper hoes but I'm known to keep some models And my section full of bottles Hit 'em once and then I stall 'em Just met a rich bitch, she like Gucci, Louis Prada she don't need a nigga for shit and You can't her tell shit about her She just wanna give me top 'cause I got it from the bottom Used to practice now I'm balling Used to hold but now I'm all in Got my back against the world It's just me and my bitch She suck my dick in high fashion Make her feel like the shit I'm counting blue and green hundreds With a bad red bitch And it looks like I'ma die like this (Hoodrich Keem Yeah I'm thinking about signing that guy)