Weave

Woke up in the morning feeling great yeah And your bitch is mighty fine i might just date And i know a couple hoes that i might pipe And she call me on my phone i say night-night And i keep it lit While she stay a hating And yo bitch is bad But my bitch is better Ain't no drop no top, cause I got no header Ain't no drip on me cause I'm so wetter I just ride around my town While I stay cruising all around And I get these to places While i'm bumping to my sound I give no fucks Cause i'm a bit too bitter And your girl hella fine But she third wheeling Tell her to get off my dick I tell her to just leave She wanna get with me So I'm just pulling on her weave 1 Try 2 tries 3 tries 4! Now we finna lay you fruity ass up on the floor Two two three and I'm aiming at your door That shit hit so hard you don't even ask for more We get the drugs and stuff It In The Duffle Bag All my homies Balling Hard F*ck A Price Tag And We Rolling Heavy We Don't Need To Fucking Brag We don't even brag We don't even brag Pull up to the scene with a fucking Mack With a fucking Mack With a fucking Mack If you fucking lack That shit go bam bam Hop off of the bed Get this bread, boy wonder All these drinks and I'm still feeling sober T and papi are soon to be a baller We don't even flex we pull up in Toyota And I'm rolling on some yola With yo bitch I'm boutta bonaa