One Foe - Rag Doll

Hit em with no mask dawg
Hit em with no mask dawg
Ya
Bad bit look like kash doll

Hit him with no mask dawg
Shawty so her ass off
I just tell her turn around i treat her like a rag doll
Nigga say he going up i told em i aint mad nah
4gn the talk around i told em aint no way around
100 bands
50 bands
You aint talking cash aint talking money miss me then
We pull up with smoke poles and hit ya mans
Hit ya mans
Hit ya mans

44
44
44, i dont want the bit she on go go
My status just jumped like a pogo
They eat the drip up like a rolo
Im better im just going solo
She trying to come over say oh no
Oh no
I been pooping these perkys but im not a addict
I just copped a choppa and its automatic
Got money on me it aint come from my daddy
Got bands in my jeans it dont matter the fashion
Got caught up with rapping i think its my passion
My brother was trappin got bags in the attic
He talking real heavy but dont want no static
This gas is unleaded a 100k bet it
Bands nah
Nah you aint getting no bands nah
I just met the bitch back to the crib now she a rag doll
Yeh i got em sad ya
Bad bit look like kash doll
I cant let no nigga disrespect me bout no racks dawg
Take a perky blast off
Niggas quick to blast off
I dont even really give a fuck bout what you had nah
These niggas not loyal its sad ya
I got money i just took my cast off
I cant give the lil bit what i last got
Every bar that i spit was my last thought
I be running it up like its track ya
I just pull to the block in a track hawk
If i dont make it far its a black ball
I be dripping in shit like a cracked top
If you quick to the top its a fast fall
I just want a lil whip with the matte top
I just hop in that bit tear the dash off
Gotta touch it to see if her ass soft
Im a nigga who go by that cash ya
If i see it it go in the bag ya
I just spoil the lil bit with some racks ya
Give em cash and i give em a task ya
They dont care they'll knock of ya dad head
You know ddash that nigga my lad ya
And my dog j3 aint a lab ya
I dont know im addicted to fashion
If i fuck the lil hoe then im passing
I cant cuff her cause she might embarrass me
Might go buy a AK like a terrorist
I dont play them lil games im serious
I be stacking it up got em furious
I been rapping so long im delirious
I just hope thats these niggas is hearing this
All my money got commas and periods
Im a keep going hard and thats period
Nah for serious, stop talking lil bit i aint hearing it
He got hit with the wiggery
Say he got smoke and it tickled me
He tryna get rid of me
He small like a centipede
Im 44 it riddled me
He keep playing im a

Hit him with no mask dawg
Shawty so her ass off
I just tell her turn around i treat her like a rag doll
Nigga say he going up i told em i aint mad nah
4gn the talk around i told em aint no way around
100 bands
50 bands
You aint talking cash aint talking money miss me then
We pull up with smoke poles and hit ya mans
Hit ya mans
Hit ya mans

Written by:
One Foe

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