HELLS WINTER

I don't really talk a lot Yeah my money talk a lot Talking racks yeah I got the quwop Yeah ahead and tap in I can hit with the Glock or the backhand Bad bitch wanna f*ck the gang Come and tap in Cheated on my bitch with bag Love the backend not that back end Ew Like where the f*ck my meat Hold on lil freak bitch lemme put the seat back I might have said I loved your friend I didn't really mean that Five'ten mop shit yea I kick my feet back Do he really got some paper on him Hold up ask yo bitch cause you know she put her face on it All blue cheese I can jakes on u Man y'all niggas from the burbs I could really put sum jakes on you White red lenses How you really up but you living in the trenches How the f*ck you choose bun over bread where benjis Come eight We in the field ain't no bench warmers Changing different colors Coupes like the transformers Didn't check the stats but I did check my order Come sign me you get ten quarters Yeah gon head and tap in I can hit with the Glock or the backhand Bad bitch wanna f*ck the gang come and tap in Cheated on my btc with bag love the backend not that back end Ew Like where the f*ck my meat Hold on lil freak btc lemme put the seat back I might have said I loved your friend I didn't really mean that Five'ten mop shit yea I kick my feet back And I'm back in this bitch come on bro Y'all niggas not even on my level Niggas not even here bro