SheRidesMyBike - Want It

In the trap I really do this lil baby you don't want it
I just hit you last night and now we fuckin to the mornin
I don't like the sober feelin I just wanna get to po'in
there's no chains on my body but You know I'm golden

Lil bike up in the field better know he ain't foldin
While you niggas in the gym pushin weight gettin swollen
I be in the trap makin plays off my my phone man
I be wit og in garage with the old man
And im sippin so much bo feels like I got a cold man

But look I'm only sick in the head
Clip lookin like a dick in the bed
One hit to the neck and it's leavin you dead
So don't ask for my color you know that it's red
And don't ask for my name i don't know if you're fed

In the trap I really do this lil baby you don't want it
I don't like the sober feelin I just wanna get to po'in

I'ma walk up do a drill and you know its automatic
They don't want no smoke, they don't want no static
All they bitches on my dick and they actin like fanatics
And ill put one in his top like im storing in the attic

Drop a xan and an oxy in a sprite to see it mix
When im off em only thing thats on my mind is hittin licks
Dont feen and hit my line i dont wanna' serve your fix
All these b's are on my line cuz they like the way i drip

Off the juice with my friends they heard we got the potion
You tryna hit a lick? well lets put it in motion
I got this bitch so hot she said she wetter than an ocean
If she gonna pop it then you know im bustin it open

Bitch im the man yeah I do this it's easy
Stomp him in foams just to upgrade to yeezys
99 problems just like I'm jeezy
Lean in this cup and I'm high like I'm wheezy

These niggas not built for that pressure I'm better
All flex on the gram that's all cap like a letter
That boy is a bitch yeah he's soft like a feather
Took him out of his shoes took him out of his sweater

8 grams in my wood and I'm higher than stars
Since it's filled with that cook bitch I'm flying to mars
Now I'm out up in space and I'm high off the bars
I forgot my bitch name but she's badder than yours

In the trap I really do this lil baby you don't want it
I just hit you last night and now we fuckin to the mornin
I don't like the sober feelin I just wanna get to po'in
There's no chains on my body but You know I'm golden

Written by:
Aaron Costa

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