Always talkin
On that twitter
Oh what’s good now
U let a bitch choose up
Why u sad now
I’m Finna flip a pack
I Ship it thru the mail now
I got my dawgs spinnin
Lookin
For they tail now
Aye
I Started buggin off a check
I gotta get it cleared
2020 On my vision
Now I got it here
I started flirting with ya bitch
And then she made it weird
Always Talkin bout sum love
It ain’t livin here
I gotta count it
On my own
Gotta live it up
I got bags on these hoes
And they tryna fuck
If u be moving to left
U ain’t doin it right
I got my bitch on my side
And she roll with pipe
I got foes
With a liter
And it come with a sprite
Got me smokin
Big
Dope inside
Bitch
It got me chillin
Tonight
And it’s commin in clutch
I got bud this bitch
I gotta double the Dutch
All tens on my toеs
Like I’m runnin it up
Money flyin thru the air
Shе got me fuckin up
Pause
She wanna date a barber
Tryna stay inside of the cut
I ain’t chillin with these hoes
I ain’t come here to fuck
4 racks for that tag
Yea run me ya stash
Aye
Started with
That cryin
I ain’t come here for that
Aye
Got like 30 minutes
Go ahead
And go and
Fill up that bag
Big juice
With this guap
She wanna
Count up the stack
40 bandz get me whacked
I ain’t playin with that
Spin around
Like a top
I ain’t come here to stop
2 watches on my wrist
I ain’t lookin for clock
Double time
I’m seein double vision
Molly and a tab
It got my candy flipping
Always tryin mad hard
I’m Tryna get the chicken
Cookin up
I got it whippin
In the fucking kitchen
Bitch I’m always chillin
Man I put that on set
2311
Click
Bang
To ya chest
Aye
Runnin from cops
Then I get me check
Opps , fall to the floor
Like who want it next
Like my next drop soon
Bouta fuck the world up
Motha fucka typhoon
Put ya hands up
Aye aye
On that twitter
Oh what’s good now
U let a bitch choose up
Why u sad now
I’m Finna flip a pack
I Ship it thru the mail now
I got my dawgs spinnin
Lookin
For they tail now
Aye
I Started buggin off a check
I gotta get it cleared
2020 On my vision
Now I got it here
I started flirting with ya bitch
And then she made it weird
Always Talkin bout sum love
It ain’t livin here
I gotta count it
On my own
Gotta live it up
I got bags on these hoes
And they tryna fuck
If u be moving to left
U ain’t doin it right
I got my bitch on my side
And she roll with pipe
I got foes
With a liter
And it come with a sprite
Got me smokin
Big
Dope inside
Bitch
It got me chillin
Tonight
And it’s commin in clutch
I got bud this bitch
I gotta double the Dutch
All tens on my toеs
Like I’m runnin it up
Money flyin thru the air
Shе got me fuckin up
Pause
She wanna date a barber
Tryna stay inside of the cut
I ain’t chillin with these hoes
I ain’t come here to fuck
4 racks for that tag
Yea run me ya stash
Aye
Started with
That cryin
I ain’t come here for that
Aye
Got like 30 minutes
Go ahead
And go and
Fill up that bag
Big juice
With this guap
She wanna
Count up the stack
40 bandz get me whacked
I ain’t playin with that
Spin around
Like a top
I ain’t come here to stop
2 watches on my wrist
I ain’t lookin for clock
Double time
I’m seein double vision
Molly and a tab
It got my candy flipping
Always tryin mad hard
I’m Tryna get the chicken
Cookin up
I got it whippin
In the fucking kitchen
Bitch I’m always chillin
Man I put that on set
2311
Click
Bang
To ya chest
Aye
Runnin from cops
Then I get me check
Opps , fall to the floor
Like who want it next
Like my next drop soon
Bouta fuck the world up
Motha fucka typhoon
Put ya hands up
Aye aye
( Lil Banjo )
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