Montana Lee - Idaho

I was blowed
So I ain't even get your call
When you texted me
And my bitch brought her friend
Got me fucking her bestie
And she be different with the shit
Like she be using her lefty
I need a bitch that I can give the bag too
And she stretch it
I'm trying to fuck not trying to kick it
Baby no I'm not Messi
If you ain't offer me no pussy
Why the fuck is you texting
You get that, and that
And I know it's the recipe
I graduated years ago
Please do not fucking test me
Like the Gatorade bottle
I got bitches they necking
She made dollars of her box
Man shout out to Stephanie
I wasn't there
But made money in that bitch
Shout out Texas
I brought Mama dog shit
Then I brought me a Tesla
You fuck with underage girls
Nigga boy you a predator
And your bitch pay the bills
To kick to you out and scared of her
Just to get a bitch to fuck
I gotta book and schedule I her
I got bitches trying to pay to get right ahead of her
I just left Idaho nigga

Written by:
Cedric Logan Jr.

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