[Verse 1]
I got venom when I'm in the ring
Uh, bitch beef I settle it
Bitch, hit the gas, I'm peddling
Bitches ain't plural not unless you get a win
Niggas ain't gunning on a side until the end
Nigga dummy luck, luck, luck
Dummy luck got your bitch just to gimme sloppy top in the whip
Bitch, I don't give a shit gli glitch
When we walking to the rider
Can I get this get this, get this
Watch your negative energy in the met
My niggas got intellect
I'm getting the money
Pedalling and meddling like a vet
That track a tactic
My nigga, attach these hours this world
I was always adapted run back the bag
We did this big shit
King shit, all my diamonds glitching
Alright don't let me get into it too quick
I do hits, my nigga, I do shit
I print out the blueprint
[Chorus]
Bitch I'm finessing on the phone
I think these bitches think I'm cocky
Please don't try my gang
My people riding round with rockets
Woah, woah, woah, woah
West up in the pocket
Dont know, do no talking
Please don't do no talking
[Verse 2]
Stunt on my VLOG
Bitch saw a nigga talk shut on my BLOG
Don't bitch talk to it slob on my nob
If I hit a lick to it, run up the dog
Met a nigga standing he a witness
Didn't say shit plead the fifth bitch
I don't like to say shit
Niggas really snitch snitch
Bitch bitch, I don't give a fuck or shit
Bitch well my niggas move this shit
Big off this blick shit, big shit
All my diamonds glitching
Alright now let me get into it too quick
I do hits, my nigga, I do shit
I print out the blueprint
Been chilling at the house all the time
Ay, opp swatch
Nigga these was op blocks
Walking on the top, this the top top
Nigga no cha cha
Walk around the beat and its hot hot
Walking on lava
All in, I'm in it, I'm running it fuck a limit
Im wrecking a record Guinness
The father son and the spirit
A witness I know you fear it
You hearing me still comparing me Dawg
A bitch is my critic, a critic the bitch I'm hitting on
Ima need more rock, ski slope
I just kilo, hunnid kilos
Mary Jane, I need the Mary Jane
I smoke up and Mary cate
[Chorus]
Bitch I'm finessing on the phone
I think these bitches think I'm cocky
Please don't try my gang
My people riding round with rockets
Woah, woah, woah, woah
West up in the pocket
Dont know, do no talking
Please don't do no talking
I got venom when I'm in the ring
Uh, bitch beef I settle it
Bitch, hit the gas, I'm peddling
Bitches ain't plural not unless you get a win
Niggas ain't gunning on a side until the end
Nigga dummy luck, luck, luck
Dummy luck got your bitch just to gimme sloppy top in the whip
Bitch, I don't give a shit gli glitch
When we walking to the rider
Can I get this get this, get this
Watch your negative energy in the met
My niggas got intellect
I'm getting the money
Pedalling and meddling like a vet
That track a tactic
My nigga, attach these hours this world
I was always adapted run back the bag
We did this big shit
King shit, all my diamonds glitching
Alright don't let me get into it too quick
I do hits, my nigga, I do shit
I print out the blueprint
[Chorus]
Bitch I'm finessing on the phone
I think these bitches think I'm cocky
Please don't try my gang
My people riding round with rockets
Woah, woah, woah, woah
West up in the pocket
Dont know, do no talking
Please don't do no talking
[Verse 2]
Stunt on my VLOG
Bitch saw a nigga talk shut on my BLOG
Don't bitch talk to it slob on my nob
If I hit a lick to it, run up the dog
Met a nigga standing he a witness
Didn't say shit plead the fifth bitch
I don't like to say shit
Niggas really snitch snitch
Bitch bitch, I don't give a fuck or shit
Bitch well my niggas move this shit
Big off this blick shit, big shit
All my diamonds glitching
Alright now let me get into it too quick
I do hits, my nigga, I do shit
I print out the blueprint
Been chilling at the house all the time
Ay, opp swatch
Nigga these was op blocks
Walking on the top, this the top top
Nigga no cha cha
Walk around the beat and its hot hot
Walking on lava
All in, I'm in it, I'm running it fuck a limit
Im wrecking a record Guinness
The father son and the spirit
A witness I know you fear it
You hearing me still comparing me Dawg
A bitch is my critic, a critic the bitch I'm hitting on
Ima need more rock, ski slope
I just kilo, hunnid kilos
Mary Jane, I need the Mary Jane
I smoke up and Mary cate
[Chorus]
Bitch I'm finessing on the phone
I think these bitches think I'm cocky
Please don't try my gang
My people riding round with rockets
Woah, woah, woah, woah
West up in the pocket
Dont know, do no talking
Please don't do no talking
( Kashcpt )
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