Friday Night - Riding Shotty

I walk around with a big ass bankroll
Who gone tell me something Nobody
I gotta standout, I can’t lay low
And I got a bad bitch riding shotty
Up all day I’m stacking them pesos
I was broke, but now I got it
Please don’t ask me for no favors
Fucks to give, no I ain’t got it
I walk around with a big ass bankroll
Who gone tell me something Nobody
I gotta standout, I can’t lay low
And I got a bad bitch riding shotty
Up all day I’m stacking them pesos
I was broke, but now I got it
Please don’t ask me for no favors
Fucks to give, no I ain’t got it
Boy let him get to close
Now look at his ass
He got slimed out
Woo you going to fast
Don’t know who gassed you up
But boy pipe down
Ouuu I’m drippin to much
Someone please get a rag
And wipe me down
Shawty gotta big fat butt
She had the best time of her life when I piped her down
Yeah It’s crazy the niggas that hate you
They ain’t never spent a day with you
The bitches that be lying on you
They ain’t never lay with you
The niggas that be plotting
Be the same niggas that stay with you
Boy better watch ya back
Fuck H I J better keep a K with you
Boy better keep that k
Cartier sit on my face
She gone get face
Put cc on her waist
Put a bad bitch on my plate
6 7 she got 8
9 10 hoes in my face
It’s me that these niggas hate
I walk around with a big ass bankroll
Who gone tell me something Nobody
I gotta standout, I can’t lay low
And I got a bad bitch riding shotty
Up all day I’m stacking them pesos
I was broke, but now I got it
Please don’t ask me for no favors
Fucks to give, no I ain’t got it)
I walk around with a big ass bankroll
Who gone tell me something Nobody
I gotta standout, I can’t lay low
And I got a bad bitch riding shotty
Up all day I’m stacking them pesos
I was broke, but now I got it
Please don’t ask me for no favors
Fucks to give, no I ain’t got it
Will I fold under pressure NOOO
Friday gotta be extra Yeah
Ridin round town in a Telsa wooo
No Salad but I got lettuce Yeah
You shot ya shot, You made NOO
I shot my shot I net it Yeah
Nickname S.A.T
if you not ready
Please don’t come test me
She wanna b a b Y (Why?)
To bad bitch I celibate
wanna verse, ain’t shit free
Either pay up, Or I ain’t gmailing shit
So fly boy I’m flee
I’m Up inna air like a pelican
They wanna be like me. Why? Ion know
I’m just guessing shit
Sometimes I rock guess
Vvs on my chess
Heard ya man did you wrong i’m next
Tell her come here, get blessed
That not ya shit don’t flex
That’s not ya bitch don’t flex
Can you stalk me less
Let me catch my breathe
I walk around with a big ass bankroll
Who gone tell me something Nobody
I gotta standout, I can’t lay low
And I got a bad bitch riding shotty
Up all day I’m stacking them pesos
I was broke, but now I got it
Please don’t ask me for no favors
Fucks to give, no I ain’t got it
I walk around with a big ass bankroll
Who gone tell me something Nobody
I gotta standout, I can’t lay low
And I got a bad bitch riding shotty
Up all day I’m stacking them pesos
I was broke, but now I got it
Please don’t ask me for no favors
Fucks to give, no I ain’t got it

Written by:
Rashon Brinson

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