I just had his bitch all on the DM Now I don't want that bitch all on my TL Take his bricks and tell that pussy nigga "GL" I get to dumbin', bitch I'm gone, you get the [?] My bitch keep creepin' through my phone, so hit the Gmail I like my pussy fresh and bald, bitch I don't eat stale You work for 12, you'd rather tell before you see jail Ain't got no L's, I'd rather bail, this bitch a V12 I pull up shit, them niggas sick, I tell 'em "Get well" I got a .40 with a dick, I make this bitch yell We ten toes in, my niggas spend just like it's Sprewell Bitch I'm the boss, soon as he gone, I get the details Oh my, oh my, we don't tote nines Oh my, oh my, [?] Oh my, oh my, he a slow grind Oh my, oh my, bitch my gun fine Oh my, oh my, oh my, oh my Aye, oh my, oh my, oh my, oh my, oh my Oh my, oh my, oh my, oh my, oh my Aye, oh my, oh my, oh my, oh my We got macs nigga, no fries Countin' chicken, chicken Popeyes I'm just [?] I'm a chemist nigga, no science I heard that nigga let his bro down [?], get a bowtie We carry chickens, we don't tote nines We 'bout them chickies bitch, it's chrome time If we can't split it 50/50, you ain't my kind If he ain't bool with niggas, hit 'em then he don't ride [?] sleep all on your porch, but bitch he's not tire Oh my, oh my, .40 hit him, he get dope high Oh my, oh my, we don't tote nines Oh my, oh my, [?] Oh my, oh my, he a slow grind Oh my, oh my, bitch my gun fine Oh my, oh my, oh my, oh my Aye, oh my, oh my, oh my, oh my, oh my Oh my, oh my, oh my, oh my, oh my Aye, oh my, oh my, oh my, oh my