Bugatti / Woah (feat. UNTAMED Brae)

This ain't vanilla or no apple this that crown crown F*ck his bitch break his bitch back it go down down Cute brown bitch pretty face we go pound town Slide thru Like a drive thru we got hunnid rounds Nigga act dumb play stupid we gone run em down Catch em smiling knock it off his face now shit ain't funny now Niggas out here posted up wit props u got dummy rounds Niggas always talking bout sum beef but can't stand his ground Nigga say he sent a hit Put a band I send a dub Fifty rounds all my glizzy if he flinch then he get drummed Never ran round with these Niggas ain't too many I can trust I ain't had to rap cap active if I up it bet he bluff Ain't no bitch up in my blood If I ever you slide just know that shit wasn't out of love You see me don't close Braelyn gon serve him he a plug I don't rap beef writing poems bout other Niggas that shit sus Probably way too late to save em Teachers said I couldn't be reached stood on the block the streets what raised him Know I play for keeps so don't reach unless you in danger Niggas gossiping like bitches it ain't hard to keep it gangsta Rapping wasn't part of the plan Ray told me to keep on peeping game but don't expose my hand I was in the trap with Paulie prezzis wrapped in rubber bands All these posers claim they gangsta till 12 get 'em on the stand This ain't vanilla or no apple this that crown crown F*ck his bitch break his bitch back it go down down Cute brown bitch pretty face we go pound town Slide thru Like a drive thru we got hunnid rounds Nigga act dumb play stupid we gone run em down Catch em smiling knock it off his face now shit ain't funny now Niggas out here posted up wit props u got dummy rounds Niggas always talking bout sum beef but can't stand his ground