[Intro: DiorTrey]
(Treyway) Uhh, mmm
Know what I'm sucking, you know
Trey eat the meat you know what I'm saying (No)
Ayy let me lick it (No)
[Verse 1: DiorTrey]
Pull up in a SRT and roll down my foreskin
Cum so hard and I feel like a muhfuckin thot
Me and my niggas you know that we sharing our cocks
Gotta give him some slop, gotta give him some slop, gotta give him some slop
He gon' caress me, caress me, caress me, caress me, caress me, caress me, caress me
My booty fat it's cumming, came in toys to men
I really changed from women to men, I got these dildos and creaming, daddy
I'ma go bald like Bronny, I'ma suck dick in a two-seater rari
Me and your nigga kiss in the party
My dick is dirty, ayy, it's getting dirty, dirty, dirty, dirty, dirty
Daddy, me and my niggas we getting booty pies
(Uhh, daddy, uhh, fuck me, uhh, uhh, yeah)
[Verse 2: KOMBO]
Yeah, I'ma hop into a benz then I hop into a Rari'
Dat bitch she got no more friends told that bitch come give me sloppy
Hopped out my muhfuckin benz, hopped out my muhfuckin audi
All of my niggas they killin ain't no one finna be sorry
I got some R's in this bag now I be feeling like Carti
Givenchy givenchy givenchy the shit that I rock, know that that shit extra 'nary
I got the racks in the middle feeling more richer than Roddy
Told that bitch that I said welcome, welcome straight into the party
[Verse 3: J2HARD]
This ain't even my type of beat
I'm just tryna get cash, then repeat
Balenci', Balenci', Balenci' it's all on his feet
That nigga talkin' hot but won't bring the heat
That nigga talkin' hot but won't bring the heat
They sayin' I suck but you niggas cannot compete
You doing too much that's why you can't roll with the team
[Verse 4: Brandon BBS]
Walk in
Tryna get something started
New choppa is retarted
Should we pull up in the SRT or should we hop up in a Rari
I am a playboy, call me carti
You tryna go cop it, I already bought it
I don't stop working, cause i do not clock in
They tell me to release it, they want to drop it
Crazy, all the talk don't phase me
Hit the woah, like I'm lil baby
Trace me, if you can you can chase me
Messed up in the head, I'm brazy
Yeah, cause I'm slime like thugger
Gotta Run it up and get this money
[Verse 5: KOMBO]
That bitch be getting excited, I don't wanna be your mari
I'm tryna run up my bands but my name is not Sonic
The way that she bussing it down shit feel hard just like my Carti'
Like Don Toliver I think that that bitch feeling naughty
I got cash man, I got racks man keep that stack man
Eating my bands like Pacman, he talking shit that's cap man
Sippin this lean like KANKAN, I'm just tryna get a bag man
Racks too much inside of my bag, I don't know why that shit can't fold
And I be making these plays, my name not fucking D Rose
And he tryna say he got more money than me but that shit is a joke
Niggas broke-broke begging for promo
I got hoes-hoes, I got those-those
Acting like hoes-hoes shit is a joke-joke
I'ma pull up on him, pistol tote-tote
[Verse 6: J2HARD]
Yeah my niggas we be rollin
100 we ain't foldin
Big drip like the ocean
And you know this shit is the motive
Yeah this rap shit is the motive
Niggas keep on talkin why you startin the commotion
I feel like I'm chosen
Yeah, yeah
[Verse 7: KOMBO]
I be stuntin, I be stuntin
Hop in the Rari, the top drop
I be bussin, got these bitches on me
And they fucking, yeah, yeah
(Treyway) Uhh, mmm
Know what I'm sucking, you know
Trey eat the meat you know what I'm saying (No)
Ayy let me lick it (No)
[Verse 1: DiorTrey]
Pull up in a SRT and roll down my foreskin
Cum so hard and I feel like a muhfuckin thot
Me and my niggas you know that we sharing our cocks
Gotta give him some slop, gotta give him some slop, gotta give him some slop
He gon' caress me, caress me, caress me, caress me, caress me, caress me, caress me
My booty fat it's cumming, came in toys to men
I really changed from women to men, I got these dildos and creaming, daddy
I'ma go bald like Bronny, I'ma suck dick in a two-seater rari
Me and your nigga kiss in the party
My dick is dirty, ayy, it's getting dirty, dirty, dirty, dirty, dirty
Daddy, me and my niggas we getting booty pies
(Uhh, daddy, uhh, fuck me, uhh, uhh, yeah)
[Verse 2: KOMBO]
Yeah, I'ma hop into a benz then I hop into a Rari'
Dat bitch she got no more friends told that bitch come give me sloppy
Hopped out my muhfuckin benz, hopped out my muhfuckin audi
All of my niggas they killin ain't no one finna be sorry
I got some R's in this bag now I be feeling like Carti
Givenchy givenchy givenchy the shit that I rock, know that that shit extra 'nary
I got the racks in the middle feeling more richer than Roddy
Told that bitch that I said welcome, welcome straight into the party
[Verse 3: J2HARD]
This ain't even my type of beat
I'm just tryna get cash, then repeat
Balenci', Balenci', Balenci' it's all on his feet
That nigga talkin' hot but won't bring the heat
That nigga talkin' hot but won't bring the heat
They sayin' I suck but you niggas cannot compete
You doing too much that's why you can't roll with the team
[Verse 4: Brandon BBS]
Walk in
Tryna get something started
New choppa is retarted
Should we pull up in the SRT or should we hop up in a Rari
I am a playboy, call me carti
You tryna go cop it, I already bought it
I don't stop working, cause i do not clock in
They tell me to release it, they want to drop it
Crazy, all the talk don't phase me
Hit the woah, like I'm lil baby
Trace me, if you can you can chase me
Messed up in the head, I'm brazy
Yeah, cause I'm slime like thugger
Gotta Run it up and get this money
[Verse 5: KOMBO]
That bitch be getting excited, I don't wanna be your mari
I'm tryna run up my bands but my name is not Sonic
The way that she bussing it down shit feel hard just like my Carti'
Like Don Toliver I think that that bitch feeling naughty
I got cash man, I got racks man keep that stack man
Eating my bands like Pacman, he talking shit that's cap man
Sippin this lean like KANKAN, I'm just tryna get a bag man
Racks too much inside of my bag, I don't know why that shit can't fold
And I be making these plays, my name not fucking D Rose
And he tryna say he got more money than me but that shit is a joke
Niggas broke-broke begging for promo
I got hoes-hoes, I got those-those
Acting like hoes-hoes shit is a joke-joke
I'ma pull up on him, pistol tote-tote
[Verse 6: J2HARD]
Yeah my niggas we be rollin
100 we ain't foldin
Big drip like the ocean
And you know this shit is the motive
Yeah this rap shit is the motive
Niggas keep on talkin why you startin the commotion
I feel like I'm chosen
Yeah, yeah
[Verse 7: KOMBO]
I be stuntin, I be stuntin
Hop in the Rari, the top drop
I be bussin, got these bitches on me
And they fucking, yeah, yeah
( 1KOMBO )
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