Yarke
If there’s one thing I know
It’s how to get a hoe
Big bank got money got dough
Hard shit switch flow
Paso, fake chain won’t go
Filthy flow
I can rap in like 50 flows
Stay down 10 toes
Make sure, I got the sugar
Like bagels I need a halo
Something i can rage over
God sent me down for a Make over uh
Lil Jigga got the chopper
Full mag it’s a heart beat stopper
I just popped off
Burned up like a Molotov
Burn up in the pussy now the rubber ain’t coming off
She begin for the money shot
Deep in that pussy gon top it off yah
Aye aye
Face me haha
Fake it just fake it
You’ll never make it
I can take it
I’m just basic
Your just a mad bitch
Ratchet
I’m a bad bitch
Fashion
Traction
No reaction
I’m responsible for my actions
Fuck your tactics
Keep away I’m a cactus
Magnus
You can’t have this
Facts bitch
Max this
Overload, head back to your old ways
Mask on no face
Bend her back neck brace
Sec tape
Fat dreads croche
That’s facts wait
Hold up
Sick shit
Fist a bitch
Cop the clips thick bitch got the clit
Batter up she got the pitch
Stfu
Head but
Upper cut wanna rut
Bust a nut yah
You need maintenance
All I see is fake ness
Lose your steps can’t retrace it
Don’t embrace it
Your bones are breaking
The world is mine for the taking
Y’all fall to the ground start fainting
I’m going at my own pace I’m pacing
Dirt on my 270s
95s right next to me
150 on ryders I got a pair of these
My holy grail with some leather seats
Bitch I got tech wear on me
Don’t give out coz they aren’t fair to me
I walk And these pussies stare at me
Haters take a stab and tear at me
It’s my fault I fuck up everything
But bitch it don’t matter I’m hassle free
Big bands in my pants my fantasy
Air in the bag driving recklessly
Push off the fakers I’m the air to the seat
I’m a dollar little nickel where’s the beatYeah
If there’s one thing I know
It’s how to get a hoe
Big bank got money got dough
Hard shit switch flow
Paso, fake chain won’t go
Filthy flow
I can rap in like 50 flows
Stay down 10 toes
Make sure, I got the sugar
Like bagels I need a halo
Something i can rage over
God sent me down for a Make over uh
Lil Jigga got the chopper
Full mag it’s a heart beat stopper
I just popped off
Burned up like a Molotov
Burn up in the pussy now the rubber ain’t coming off
She begin for the money shot
Deep in that pussy gon top it off yah
Aye aye
Face me haha
Fake it just fake it
You’ll never make it
I can take it
I’m just basic
Your just a mad bitch
Ratchet
I’m a bad bitch
Fashion
Traction
No reaction
I’m responsible for my actions
Fuck your tactics
Keep away I’m a cactus
Magnus
You can’t have this
Facts bitch
Max this
Overload, head back to your old ways
Mask on no face
Bend her back neck brace
Sec tape
Fat dreads croche
That’s facts wait
Hold up
Sick shit
Fist a bitch
Cop the clips thick bitch got the clit
Batter up she got the pitch
Stfu
Head but
Upper cut wanna rut
Bust a nut yah
You need maintenance
All I see is fake ness
Lose your steps can’t retrace it
Don’t embrace it
Your bones are breaking
The world is mine for the taking
Y’all fall to the ground start fainting
I’m going at my own pace I’m pacing
Dirt on my 270s
95s right next to me
150 on ryders I got a pair of these
My holy grail with some leather seats
Bitch I got tech wear on me
Don’t give out coz they aren’t fair to me
I walk And these pussies stare at me
Haters take a stab and tear at me
It’s my fault I fuck up everything
But bitch it don’t matter I’m hassle free
Big bands in my pants my fantasy
Air in the bag driving recklessly
Push off the fakers I’m the air to the seat
I’m a dollar little nickel where’s the beatYeah
( Yarke )
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