Lyrics

Fredro you a genuine for this You get the cash you do the dash no looking back (yeah) Bally yo drip lean you gon sip That's big old facts 40 on my hip let that bih rip If a nigga trip (yeah) Pockets like blimps walk wit a limp Big Playa no simp (facts) I Pull up in foreign I never do boring she gotta be freaky (yes) Head in the morning I smoking 3.5s tryna get geeky (gas) I Count up the bands I do it by hand then recount again (rackz) She calling her friends I'm swimming Ben's Fish tail benz (skirt) I'm changing game you chasing the fame I'm bringing the pain She sucking me dry head on her shoulders call it good brain (geesh) My foot on the gas Erasing my pass I try not crash (skirt) Im chasing a bag I want the whole stash I don't do half I was acting dogish (in these streetz) chasing this cat I can hit pussy (knock it out the park) like a baseball bat Rock a lil Bally rock a Lil Prada from shopping at Sak 4 pockets full (like Lil Baby) that's big ole facts Fuk a Benz I'm tryna pull up in wraiths Make a 100 stash half in the safe Ocean diamonds your fresh out the lake I'm Dripping sauce yours up for debate You just started yeah I been getting cake Yo Shawty like it yeah she all on my page At my shows tryna meet face to face My diamonds yellow guess the sun out day Yo style coo but I'm radical Yo hoes cute but they Amateurs I call the shots like a referee SnapKooln got the recipe GTK til the death me Bentley matte white plug talk Got Ta Know we don't cost Wrap them up then we ship them off Chase a bag then we spend a bag
Writer(s): Vincent Maddox Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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