HAHAHA
YN Jay, Lil Yachty
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(Yeah, baby, you did this one) Yeah I got a gun so big, I bet I could stop time if I shoot this bitch An eight ball so motherfuckin' I got an eight ball, yeah, this shit straight drop She gon' drop dead and she gon leave this bitch Nigga tried kill his bitch, damn Nigga tried to domestic violence Escalated with two 'fore, I'm finna shoot this bitch Four down, two-point conversion, I'ma poont this bitch Damn, I mean punt this bitch Freak bitch ain't never had sex, ah Freak bitch ain't never had good dick, I'm finna hump this bitch Naw, I don't really wanna f*ck, bitch, suck this dick Freak bitch, damn Freak bitch forgot to put on fuckin' deodorant and came out on some musty shit Bitch walk around with winkled feet on some crusty shit you bad on some dusty shit Nigga pulled up in an old school, but it was really old school on some rusty shit Switch my MAC around, it's a double clip I done came through with the bundle clip WWE, I'm on some rumble shit If you don't like me, I'm on some "F*ck you" shit If I pull my gun out, I'ma bust you quick Boomin' Westbrook, on my Russell shit Damn, I had a whole motherfuckin' street slapper Baby on the track, got the beat slappin' Ready for app, damn, aight Ready for applause, got my heat clappin' Ready for the fuckin' studio, I keep rappin' F*ck the rap game, I keep trappin' Trap house beat out, I keep slappin' Bitch suckin' dick all night, got her knees ashy Hahahaha, hahaha, hahahaha (go) In the name of the Lord, we need all the M's (go) Can't stack them blue hundreds, up and bought a rim Hundred twenty thousand dollars, certified gem All the ball hard head niggas Crimson Chin (boom) I done took a few L's, but I was born to win (slatt) Really what I rap, ask those who swore me in (blttt) We ain't really seen 'em, all you sure you swore you came Must've ate for long, how's gang starvin'? F*ck my ho's are Spellman grad, class clown, skip class (come on) Really should've been at ICU how I sip glass (boom) Bullets get to flyin', bet the biggest one run fast I've been talkin' Maybach's and contracts (go) Was 17 usin' big Benz for Door Dash Couldn't get a rack, now I'm thankful, that's why I catch My brother smiled when he greet his child, he grew up fowl (yeah) Pray to God he stay up out the streets for a little while (yes) Gave mama forty K the other day, I need a new problem My sister want a new car, my poppa want a new gun I'm bustin' in my shorty every time I want a new son (yes) I'm grippin' this bitch hell again, now she need a new bun I used to be the joke that people spoke, I think that we won We pull up fifty deep that ain't the way, they like "What he on?" A million never mind young niggas still get those P's gone I never sip on drank around people when he gone It's time, put that shit up
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Written by: Jaylein Cantrell, Miles P McCollum
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