[Chorus]
Yeah, my boy keep a Glock and a K with him
I took that ho' outside, and told 'em, don't play with me
Niggas wanna hang with the gang, but I cannot hang with 'em
No, I don't fuck with these boys, I swear that I hate bitches
I can't fuck with no fake niggas, no, I can't fuck with no fake niggas
I can't fuck with no fake bitches, no, I can't fuck with no fake bitches
Rick Owens, my jeans, Rick Owens, my kicks lil' bitch, I get too fly
I'm gettin' way, way geeked with my bitch, yeah, we get like too high
[Verse]
Yeah, I put that ho' on the X, now she piped up, she gettin' [?]
I put that ho' on the oxy, and codeine, now that ho' geeked out
Yeah, I'm on some oxy and muhfuckin' codeine, lil' bitch, I'm geeked out
Yeah, Balenciaga, boots on me, these niggas get stomped out
Hol' on, hol' on, yeah, I'm doin' tricks in this bitch
No, I don't skate, I'm on my muhfuckin' grind, and I'm doin' tricks in this bitch
No, I don't skate, but if that lil' ho' fine enough, I'ma trick to that bitch
Yeah, I took her out on a date, I took her straight to my room, and I hopped in that bitch
Diamonds all on my neck and wrist
I'm shining, 'cause I'm a vampire, you can get bit, lil' bitch
I ball like a muhfuckin' umpire, I put lean on the pitch
Niggas ain't fuckin' with me, and niggas can't touch my bitch
[Chorus]
Yeah, my boy keep a Glock and a K with him
I took that ho' outside, and told 'em, don't play with me
Niggas wanna hang with the gang, but I cannot hang with 'em
No, I don't fuck with these boys, I swear that I hate bitches
I can't fuck with no fake niggas, no, I can't fuck with no fake niggas
I can't fuck with no fake bitches, no, I can't fuck with no fake bitches
Rick Owens, my jeans, Rick Owens, my kicks, lil' bitch, I get too fly
I'm gettin' way, way geeked with my bitch, yeah, we get like too high
[Verse 2]
Yeah
And I keep some muhfuckin' cash on me
Every time that I move, gotta keep my bag on me
If I hit that lil' bitch, she gon' try to brag on it
If I hit that lil' ho', she gon' try to nag on me
We in the Lamb' chop truck, the insides, red meat
Fuckin' this bad ass bitch, her insides, red, pink
Yeah, all of these K-Pop hoes, I'm goin' BLACKPINK
Yeah, can't let the main ho' go, for that lil' lame team
Yeah, I let the lame ho' go, then hopped on that cash team
Yeah, I changed my focus up, then hopped in my bag, man
Yeah, I'm some all black shit, you would think I was Batman
Yeah, I'm on the phone, my plug, told that boy, "Send the whole thing"
[Chorus]
Yeah, my boy keep a Glock and a K on him
I took that ho' outside, and told 'em, don't play with me
Niggas wanna hang with the gang, but no, I can't hang with 'em
No, I don't fuck with these boys, I swear that I hate bitches
I can't fuck with no fake niggas, no, I can't fuck with no fake niggas
I can't fuck with no fake bitches, no, I can't fuck with no fake bitches
Rick Owens, my jeans, Rick Owens, my kicks, lil' bitch, I get too fly
I'm gettin' way, way geeked with my bitch, yeah, we get like too high
Yeah, my boy keep a Glock and a K with him
I took that ho' outside, and told 'em, don't play with me
Niggas wanna hang with the gang, but I cannot hang with 'em
No, I don't fuck with these boys, I swear that I hate bitches
I can't fuck with no fake niggas, no, I can't fuck with no fake niggas
I can't fuck with no fake bitches, no, I can't fuck with no fake bitches
Rick Owens, my jeans, Rick Owens, my kicks lil' bitch, I get too fly
I'm gettin' way, way geeked with my bitch, yeah, we get like too high
[Verse]
Yeah, I put that ho' on the X, now she piped up, she gettin' [?]
I put that ho' on the oxy, and codeine, now that ho' geeked out
Yeah, I'm on some oxy and muhfuckin' codeine, lil' bitch, I'm geeked out
Yeah, Balenciaga, boots on me, these niggas get stomped out
Hol' on, hol' on, yeah, I'm doin' tricks in this bitch
No, I don't skate, I'm on my muhfuckin' grind, and I'm doin' tricks in this bitch
No, I don't skate, but if that lil' ho' fine enough, I'ma trick to that bitch
Yeah, I took her out on a date, I took her straight to my room, and I hopped in that bitch
Diamonds all on my neck and wrist
I'm shining, 'cause I'm a vampire, you can get bit, lil' bitch
I ball like a muhfuckin' umpire, I put lean on the pitch
Niggas ain't fuckin' with me, and niggas can't touch my bitch
[Chorus]
Yeah, my boy keep a Glock and a K with him
I took that ho' outside, and told 'em, don't play with me
Niggas wanna hang with the gang, but I cannot hang with 'em
No, I don't fuck with these boys, I swear that I hate bitches
I can't fuck with no fake niggas, no, I can't fuck with no fake niggas
I can't fuck with no fake bitches, no, I can't fuck with no fake bitches
Rick Owens, my jeans, Rick Owens, my kicks, lil' bitch, I get too fly
I'm gettin' way, way geeked with my bitch, yeah, we get like too high
[Verse 2]
Yeah
And I keep some muhfuckin' cash on me
Every time that I move, gotta keep my bag on me
If I hit that lil' bitch, she gon' try to brag on it
If I hit that lil' ho', she gon' try to nag on me
We in the Lamb' chop truck, the insides, red meat
Fuckin' this bad ass bitch, her insides, red, pink
Yeah, all of these K-Pop hoes, I'm goin' BLACKPINK
Yeah, can't let the main ho' go, for that lil' lame team
Yeah, I let the lame ho' go, then hopped on that cash team
Yeah, I changed my focus up, then hopped in my bag, man
Yeah, I'm some all black shit, you would think I was Batman
Yeah, I'm on the phone, my plug, told that boy, "Send the whole thing"
[Chorus]
Yeah, my boy keep a Glock and a K on him
I took that ho' outside, and told 'em, don't play with me
Niggas wanna hang with the gang, but no, I can't hang with 'em
No, I don't fuck with these boys, I swear that I hate bitches
I can't fuck with no fake niggas, no, I can't fuck with no fake niggas
I can't fuck with no fake bitches, no, I can't fuck with no fake bitches
Rick Owens, my jeans, Rick Owens, my kicks, lil' bitch, I get too fly
I'm gettin' way, way geeked with my bitch, yeah, we get like too high
( Destroy Lonely )
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