No Pt - 12am In Mobile
I spot a bag ain't no waiting let's jump in that
That Nigga cap he rat I ain't bumping that
My sneaky link hate when I'm late Eli where the fuck you at
He in his feels bout a bitch bro must want her back
Bitch I came her to fuck no I ain't tryna sleep
No I can't cuddle up with this hoe she a treesh
She said she got man ok that's fine with me
Wallet look like the Bible I ain't tryna preach
Leg room in the Tesla I like my shit roomie
Yo girlfriend a groupie she saw I was hot now the bitch wanna do me
Yea she wanna screw me I block the bitch number keep sending me nudies
Hundred racks in the bag getting stuffed in my ksubies my life like a movie
And I see the hate from niggas that I love
Niggas dissing on twitter keep sending me subs
Cougar bitch wanna cuff me she say I'm her cub
Made it rain in this bitch threw thousand in dubs
My new bitch ain't nurse this hoe don't fuck with scrubs
Her cat fatter than Garfield it get wetter than floods
I get closer to god the more I'm taking drugs
Nah I'm straight
My new crib got a pool in the back with a lake
Never seen him with bitches be real are you gay?
Must be higher than ever if she think we date
This bitch told me nut in her I came on her face
Like a teacher PT just be handing out pape
I ain't shit hoe I get it we know this you late
Is it really that hard to be real and not fake
I been up making money I can't take a break
Nigga six plus two yea yo hoe got ate
Everyday I wake up plan on the breaking the bank
Do me wrong once then it's over you stamped
Hella sticks on the floor niggas thinking we camp
This bitch wanna suck my ass dry she vamp
Diamonds hitting my neck lighting like a lamp
Niggas be broke I just can't get along with em
Niggas be Pooh I just can't make a song with em
Shawty annoying stop hitting my phone nigga
Prolly gone fuck if they leave me alone with her
She ran off with my heart so now I dog em all
In this wide body posted up like Marc Gasol
Once I fuck that's enough you can't even get a call
Told the cops I ain't see it I went blind like Saul
NYC fashion week nigga dripped in the latest
Double cup full of what I don't know medication
Pockets full of white men i love Benjamin Franklin
Threw a stack on her ass it ain't shit told her shake it
Back to back in them cats me and bro tryna race it
Treat my dick like a blunt told her pull up and face it
Let's be real I'm so close the top I can taste it
I'm so up i could make every day a vacation
Fuck around put yo homeboy soul in these runtz
She can't stay once nut kick her out like a punt
Eight of wock to the face got me leaning I'm slumped
Nevermind boy I'm tripping the lean got me crunk
Written by:
Elijah Collins
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