I told her I get nasty yea come get at me
I told her I’m too flashy yea they trying to catch me
Cash cash cash cash shake dat ass
I’m going crazy in the desert I’m like mad max
Back back back back throw it im a catch
Blipper on me
Fuck around you get thrashed
Clipper on me
shout out L.A. I need wax
Strippers only
Out in phoenix like I’m Nash
Dish the rock
Big old dick on that Glock
Like my big old dick in your bitches mouth she gone bop
Betty boop
She big head if we beefing you is big dead
Sipping big red
I really pop chops you get cut up like a chop shop
Your girl bouncing on me pull her titties out her crop top
Good vibes
Those things you get when you date good guys
Not the hood types
You weren’t in the streets if you never heard the hood cry
Carry friends
That die in your arms then you have to burry them
Loose minds
That’s what happens when you trapping man and you choose sides
Two nine
Twenty second street golf links kolb Stella catch me at the apple tree
We running through signs
Hopping out a brand new whip you can’t tell me shit and the chick I’m with got fat lips fat hips
I’m tat like that she can barely speak English but she know I’m cunnilingus told me bring my team with
Her tongue pierced fellatio my stock account move ratios
So what I failed math pockets still filled with cash
Electric I still hit the gas intersections with a mag
Got a Carmen on my lap with a carbon in the back and I’m harboring a pack in case I go back to that pen they love to keep me in
I’m into keeping friends
Just the ones I grew up with
Probably with a bitch named cinnamon that really love dick
The way I am is loveless the way I am I love it
Good vibes
Those things you get when you date good guys
Not the hood types
You weren’t in the streets if you never heard the hood cry
Carry friends
That die in your arms then you have to burry them
Loose minds
That’s what happens when you trapping man and you choose sides
Two nine
Twenty second street golf links kolb Stella catch me at the apple tree
We running through signs
CharZard
