FNGSM

Bitch geeked off a half p play she aint never seen no real pape Perky bottle say don't mix it with the liquor but I feel safe Boy that fake ass wokhardt bottle that aint real drank Know some niggas that could never make a band and they still can't Tell a f*ck nigga get some motion I got use to the money I get racks and don't post it I was wandering why the shit wasnt hitting this the wrong bin Bitch you vic high you aint perc high that's the wrong ten I aint never wanna hoop I looked up to the dope man If you fucked up I can get you on yo feet im the bow man Threw micah a bow he fucked it up chasing hoes damn How its been a whole year you still owe bands Out here looking for a dad you a grown man I don't owe a nigga shit im my own man Guess that nigga couldn't get the bag Its ok lil poor ass nigga these phones can Bouta make love to a pint of tris play a slow jam All trap money off dior I wear my own brand Niggas getting pistol whipped bout a spank of bud you a whole ham Couldn't be me bitch im riding round with fully and it won't jam Shit at this point get a application How you aint have the hammer on you thought yo ass was maintenance I would've pulled up and got to clapping at the nigga like congratulations Kept spinning til his shit borded up and his trap look vacant But im getting off topic I aint have to say it I can tell the drank off look I aint have to taste it Fit crazy how I get the fear off god to match the masons Dior shoes off savauge kicks match the fragrance GG hold the fn looking like im playing scrabble Have a opp bitch freak em then we smoke em like tobacco Twin busting scripts again now I got the lean back like fat joe Bitch I slap bowls what the f*ck you in the trap foe Three iPhones they all cracked tho But they all got service and the slap hoe And I heard the lil rap niggas tryna back do Burn his ass alive coroner can't tell what he got on When these niggas get in the booth they put a cap on It be all off the top bout my life so Ion rap long Nigga Aye and my momma and my babymomma cal me on the trap phone Bitch geeked off a half p play she aint never seen no real pape Perky bottle say don't mix it with the liquor but I feel safe Boy that fake ass wokhardt bottle the aint real drank Know some niggas that aint never touched a band and they still can't Tell a f*ck nigga get some motion Spent me and tray profit on a bitch and she hoeing You a hobosexual but he think I aint notice Scared to argue with bicth cause you don't wanna be homeless