Pasto Flocco - SEND HIM 2 GOD

Ohhh waaa
Hunnit Milli
Ohhh waaa
Im tryna run up a hunnit milli
Ohhh waaa
Im tryna run up a hunnit milli
Ohhh waaa
Yeah, Im tryna run up a hunnit milli
Ohhh waaa
Tuhhh, Im tryna run up a hunnit milli
Im tryna run up a hunnit milli
Tryna run up boi you must be silly, Dont get your credits closed
Im tryna run up a hunnit milli
I Cant fuck wit these lil boys they too silly
Cant keep up what the fuck they gon do wit me
If you aint making no plays cant move wit me
Passenger seat wit a bad bitch
No she aint average
She dont need no filters
I got alot of bad habits
But i keep it balanced
I pouring up drank by the gallon
Bitch no im valid like salad
She kno im rich so i get in between automatic
Why the fuck these niggas wilding
Put on some rick now he thinking his lil ass really stylish
Yeah oooouuuwaaa
Yeah oooouuuwaaa
Why dat boy claim he a opp
Somebody tell him to stop
I got shootas that cant wait to shoot
Ima send his lil dumb ass to God
These niggas not outside
When im outside keep your bitch inside
So geeked cant feel my eyes
I dont wanna look bitch i love to Buy
Why would i give 1 fuck about these other guys
Im tryna get thes ebucks sorry i aint reply
Shawty wanna fuck she cant stay the night
I dont wanna look bitch i love to Buy
Why would i give 1 fuck about these other guys
Im tryna get thes ebucks sorry i aint reply
Shawty wanna fuck she cant stay the night

Written by:
Tevon Tapper

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