WickDaDon - off exotic

I ain't text her back, look at that now she calling
I done ran it up, ran it up now we balling
She gave me her heart, got it broke, I done dropped it
She be fucking up, fuck it up, alcoholic
How I'm not the hardest in the city, put my all in
Momma like boy how you get these racks, off exotic
In the AMG Benz, I'm skrting lots, when I'm hopping out
Stolen whip they went and switched the vin
Then they popping out
Niggas don't want smoke with the gang so they copping out
Bitch you better stay up in your lane, before we chalk it out
I can switch my hoe up just like I can switch the flow up
She be fucking lame niggas so it's nice to know her
I rock gold bar Deleon, mix it with Dior
Member I lost everything had to talk to Lord
Nigga I been putting in work, momma praying on it
You said you was gon do what to who? Better stand on it
Glocky hold a dub a nigga play, then we spraying homie
This the most the plug done ever sent we got demand on it
Nigga I been on my grind, why you hating on it
I won't let her waste my time I ain't dating on it
Soon as ice go on my neck yo bitch skating on it
Should I go beamer or that vette I'm debating on it
And this another vibe
She fuck good but I can't cuff her she be telling lies
Niggas put that bag up on him now he tryna hide
He can't pop out to the store lil bro hawk him down
I ain't text her back, look at that now she calling
I done ran it up, ran it up now we balling
She gave me her heart, got it broke, I done dropped it
She be fucking up, fuck it up, alcoholic
How I'm not the hardest in the city, put my all in
Momma like boy how you get these racks, off exotic
In the AMG Benz, I'm skrting lots, when I'm hopping out
Stolen whip they went and switched the vin
Then they popping out
Niggas don't want smoke with the gang so they copping out
Bitch you better stay up in your lane, before we chalk it out

Written by:
Chris Jones

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