All my life
I pray to God
Connected
Wit the mob
Lookin for a job
Why the fuck
Don't you just rob
Just like Gunna
Hop inside da
Belly of the beast
Heard you caught a body
And you lied to police
S-S-S-Signed to these streets ughhh
Money like big meech ughhh
Jumpin out these beats
Get lil money
In these streets ughhh
Freak bitch
From my past
Wan get ugly
In these sheets ughhh
Responded back
That lil bitch
Belong to the streets now
Ughhh
Swear to God
That I didn't tip herrr
Balmain on my zipperrr
Louis V on my slipperrr
Real big dripperrr
Comin out the picture
Like most wanted
Drug dealerrr
Most wanted killerrr
White like Mac Millerrr
Ughhh
Sippin on Bacardi
Black rum
This sum spice shit
Fuck yo damn mask
Ya ya
I don't like this
Shawty bad
This lil shawty
On sum dyke shit
Trippin trippin
Cant be trippin on this
White bitch
Tattoos on my body
Got that snake on me
That super slime
Three headed snake
Gon follow me
Wherever I slide
Bitch nahhh
I ain't trippin bout my pride
Ya she wan get live
Ain't gon tell me stay inside
Put my shit in drive
And I skrt off
In my ride
Comin up next
GPS
Says we arrived
Jump out
Fresh as fuck
Like shit
Miami drive
What a surprise
Know these bitches
Tellin they lies ya
Swear to God
That I didn't tip herrr
Balmain on my zipperrr
Louis V on my slipperrr
Real big dripperrr
Comin out the picture
Like most wanted
Drug dealerrr
Most wanted killerrr
White like Mac Millerrr
Sippin on Bacardi
Black rum
This sum spice shit
Fuck yo damn mask
Ya ya
I don't like this
Shawty bad
This lil shawty
On sum dyke shit
Trippin trippin
Cant be trippin on this
White bitch
White bitch
Can't be trippin on dis
White bitch
White bitch
Can't be trippin on dis
White bitch
White bitch
Can't be trippin on dis
White bitch
White bitch
White bitch
White bitch
Can't be trippin on dis
White bitch
White bitch
Can't be trippin on dis
White bitch
White bitch
Can't be trippin on dis
White bitch

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Writer(s): Constantine Loucadellis