509 BMG - bipolar

Wait, who
First they love me, now they hate me
Man, these niggas bipolar
Tryna play me like I'm sweet
Test ya luck bitch, I'ma show ya
I be ballin' on these fuck niggas
Feel like Dennis Schroeder
I could never argue with a nigga
He finna get rolled
That nigga do the most
He better have his gun inside his holster
Bitch, get with this shit
Get out the way
Get ran over
Bet my ass she comin' home with me
The minute I approach her
Baby, what it do
I'm tryna put your legs behind your shoulders
I be outside everyday
Just like a crack smoker
Nigga, come around
Tryna look boastful
He got bust open
BMG, when I win
I rub it in like lotion
Nigga, sand shots in the wind
We causin' a commotion
BMG need ten times ten
I'm tryna get a hundred
Nigga, think he know somethin
Don't know how to get no fuckin' money
Barrel to his fuckin' face
And he ain't see it comin
I don't give a fuck bout a promoter
Bitch, this is my function
Ain't no bumpin
You better grab somethin
And get to dumpin
The crackers all over my ass
Like we dry humpin
Got the boy surrounded
Where the fuck he think he runnin'
I'm tryna put ten in his back
Nigga, Tim Duncan
This brass hit your ass
I blow you down
Just like a trumpet
That hoe pussy good
But she hittin' my phone
With dumb shit
Bitch, I ain't have a pot
to pissed in (Piston)
Like Andre Drummond
I told the hoe to count it for me
I got tired of thumbin
They love me, now they hate me
Man, these niggas bipolar
Tryna play me like I'm sweet
Test your luck, bitch
I'ma show ya
I be ballin' on these fuck niggas
Feel like Dennis Schroeder
I could never argue with a nigga
He finna get rolled
That nigga do the most
He better have his gun
Inside his holster
Bitch, get with this shit
Get out of the way
Or get ran over
Bet my ass
Hold on
Wait
Bitch, get with this shit
Get out of the way
Or get ran over
Yeah

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