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• Artiste: Brokeasf
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Bitch (Is that Shoki on the beat?) (Damn, Ryder) He keep talkin' in them comments, fuck it, drop a bag on him Send my stepper where you sleep, I bet my shorty smash on him Put a fuckin' tag on him, big glick with a fuckin' flash on him He want smoke, foenem smoked his ass and put some ash on him Bitch, I know you sad, I know you mad, I know you pissed off (Bitch) Talkin' out his ass like he bad, knock his shit off (What?) Foenem on your ass, bodybags, don't get sent off (Boom, boom, boom) Bustin' at they whip, reload the clip, and knock the tint off (Ah) Bitch, you know we swervin', we be wreckin', ain't no lettin' off (Bitch) Pussy bitch, don't play, I up that ray and send your blessings up (Huh?) I will never lay, was born to spray, bitch, I ain't restin' up (Bitch) Swear that shit there crazy, on the daily I be textin' her (Boom, boom, boom) He say that bitch his baby, that's fugazi, I be sledgin' her (Fuck nah) Niggas think they hot just like a pot until we wet 'em up (Bitch) We got hella shots and hella knots and we got thots for days (Boom, boom, boom) Foenem off them pills, tryna drill, bitch, you get shot today He keep talkin' in them comments, fuck it, drop a bag on him Send my stepper where you sleep, I bet my shorty smash on him Put a fuckin' tag on him, big glick with a fuckin' flash on him He want smoke, foenem smoked his ass and put some ash on him I be jiggin' in that bitch, I got that thirty mag on me (Boom) In his head when it's pressure, thirty rounds in my sweater (What?) Glizzy glizzy, no Beretta, pull up on you and I pop that metal (Boom, boom) Gon' get my dick sucked and smoke on a Backwood and count this cheddar You know you just act hood, boy, you really ain't that hood, boy, you gotta do better You know that we clap hoods and we loopin' right back and we spinnin' just like a lil' presser (Brrt, boom) Glock on mute, it got a suppressor (Shh) Pull up and shoot, skrrt off in a Tesla (Skrrt) Boom, baow, knock a pussy off for actin' like he special Bitch, we reckless, I ain't tryna hear no preachin' or no lecture (Fuck nah) I ain't fuckin' with no bop, I get the top and I don't text her (Bitch) Bitch, we got lots of sticks, no pot to piss, spin your block, we poppin' shit We poppin' glicks, ain't poppin' zits, big bro done taught me not to miss He keep talkin' in them comments, fuck it, drop a bag on him Send my stepper where you sleep, I bet my shorty smash on him Put a fuckin' tag on him, big glick with a fuckin' flash on him He want smoke, foenem smoked his ass and put some ash on him (Bitch)