Ben 10 (feat. Angel Rarri)

Say you coming to where, say you looking for who In the Bronx, this shit get mixy hopped out put dick in the kidney TV Chevy, nigga, come get with me And talking about green, ain't talking about blue Then nigga ain't talking to you Hopped out tryna ood him and his crew Hopped out, she a certified smooch I can't lie, only tell the truth Give you the world but it's still not enough Thought of love, nigga, now it's lust Dub me, nigga, yeah, now it's up Lambo, leaving you in the dust Pulling up, shorty, like, what's up Ain't no kisses, no hugs Mama, you dumb, raise a little thug Like, heartbroken, left on open Two hands up and a young nigga hoping Pretty spoken, got to poking You think you funny, I ain't even joking But for real though, do you love me? Ain't tryna go all like I'm just a dummy Lil' shorty got a little tummy I'm chasing money and smoking on gummi Popped out and second to me Cops in the dupe, all of a sudden they love me To be honest, who really above me? Shorty, I know you misgiving me huggies, like, what? Bitch, now you ugly I wouldn't care but you said that I'm bummy So what? I'm getting money, suck my dick Bitch, you really for me? Like, why Always on dick Bitch, you really make me fucking sick Oh nah, but she thick I'ma hit her two times, I'ma dip I'ma do it, I'ma call up just to go boom it Back up the test cause he gonna abuse it When you geek, better go and lose it Like, what? Nigga, just go stupid Hop out, make it some good music Got some good aim, that shit just like Cupid Lucid dreams, make me wanna lose it I told bro, watch how I go do this They paint the picture while we prove it Oh that's a opp, I'ma go remove it Oh that's a opp, I'ma go Like, how many times did y'all niggas miss? Fuckin' your bitch and I didn't even kiss Like, f*ck up my face, luh' bitch I'm getting money, I'm chasing it quick Like, f*ck up my face Like, Tay-K, it just be the race Run up on me, on God, I don't even care Cause nigga, they won't trace their face Like, Sadboy just been buggin Come and link with me I'm finna shoot For them babas, goodbye, and good riddance Talk all that shit, I pull up, are you kidding? I got a party and she wanna come Told her slide, wanna run, bitch, I'ma pull up Now you run, run Ricky, now you done Like, damn, now we dub? Throw five, throw ten Pulling up, feel like Ben Main topic, I'm the trend Pull up, f*ck a friend And I'm done, yet again Pull up, f*ck a friend Yeah, I'm done, yet again She's bout to chase a nigga like she Kodak Give a f*ck, nigga, better tote that If you see me, nigga, better blow that Like, she a bad lil' thing, gonna throw that I can't lie, baby, never show that That L, no, I'm not gonna hold that Trust and love, no, I cannot mold that And shout out to Cupid, because he really tote that