[Chorus]
See y’all got me fucked up fuck you and yo mans
Pull up in a lamb truck put you in a trance
Take me to rodeo all this money can’t fit in my pants
All this shit foreign car from Europe came from France
[Verse]
I’m in dis bitch wit da pole
Im in dis bitch wit da hoes
Can’t get mad dat bitch on go
I caught her fuckin da bros
I don’t do no frontin wit dat pole
No Facebook bitch you exposed
Now tell dat pussy he told
Instagram you the feds you a ho
I’m in Cali wit da vibes
Spent 6 racks just to hide
Good ass weed we high
Gotta stay down stay fly
OG Call me big Nai
That mean we get big high
I swear fo god I ain’t scared I just be milking niggas
We put some money on his head no fed ex sending niggas
We in Cali wit da bread and we gone spendin nigga
Pray for you don’t touch mine we spinnin niggas
Imagine being dead ya folks calling on a living nigga
[Chorus]
See y’all got me fucked up fuck you and yo mans
Pull up in a lamb truck put you in a trance
Take me to rodeo all this money can’t fit in my pants
All this shit foreign car from Europe came from France
[Verse 2]
I swear dat fun go pew pew pew pew pew
I need a bitch to shoot shoot shoot shoot shoot
And just to tell the truth I don’t care what you do
And if I clutch dis nine ain’t no tellin who gone fuckin shoot
Straight out the ground on the grind but bitch watch my shoes
Don’t you make a sound make a frown them killers murk you
Fuck a 9-5 boy you trippin lettin em work you
Bih always tripping always crying man who hurt you ?
[Chorus]
See y’all got me fucked up fuck you and yo mans
Pull up in a lamb truck put you in a trance
Take me to rodeo all this money can’t fit in my pants
All this shit foreign car from Europe came from France
See y’all got me fucked up fuck you and yo mans
Pull up in a lamb truck put you in a trance
Take me to rodeo all this money can’t fit in my pants
All this shit foreign car from Europe came from France
[Verse]
I’m in dis bitch wit da pole
Im in dis bitch wit da hoes
Can’t get mad dat bitch on go
I caught her fuckin da bros
I don’t do no frontin wit dat pole
No Facebook bitch you exposed
Now tell dat pussy he told
Instagram you the feds you a ho
I’m in Cali wit da vibes
Spent 6 racks just to hide
Good ass weed we high
Gotta stay down stay fly
OG Call me big Nai
That mean we get big high
I swear fo god I ain’t scared I just be milking niggas
We put some money on his head no fed ex sending niggas
We in Cali wit da bread and we gone spendin nigga
Pray for you don’t touch mine we spinnin niggas
Imagine being dead ya folks calling on a living nigga
[Chorus]
See y’all got me fucked up fuck you and yo mans
Pull up in a lamb truck put you in a trance
Take me to rodeo all this money can’t fit in my pants
All this shit foreign car from Europe came from France
[Verse 2]
I swear dat fun go pew pew pew pew pew
I need a bitch to shoot shoot shoot shoot shoot
And just to tell the truth I don’t care what you do
And if I clutch dis nine ain’t no tellin who gone fuckin shoot
Straight out the ground on the grind but bitch watch my shoes
Don’t you make a sound make a frown them killers murk you
Fuck a 9-5 boy you trippin lettin em work you
Bih always tripping always crying man who hurt you ?
[Chorus]
See y’all got me fucked up fuck you and yo mans
Pull up in a lamb truck put you in a trance
Take me to rodeo all this money can’t fit in my pants
All this shit foreign car from Europe came from France
( Niaarican )
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