No Pt - Each Other

Boy I got rackies on rackies on top of each other
They bust out the motherfucking skinnies
It's hot as hell in the spot we got the bottles and thots
But my chain made the temperature chilly
D&G down to the socks I'm flooded with rocks
Bet I got yo hoe wetter than willie
You out her cuffing these hoes cool not me
Though man that shit make y'all niggas look silly
Boy I got bitches on bitches on bitches on bitches boy
I'm got em fucking each other
Chop get to spitting and spitting and spitting and spitting boy
You better duck when it stutter
Got bucks in the PJ I'm feeling like tucker
Glock bout to fuck you wont put on a rubber
Say that she love you don't trust her
She eat me like supper than lick that shit up like a sucker
I ain't loving no bitch I'm in and I'm out
If you broke better not let money come out your mouth
Niggas ducking and hiding won't come out the house
Hundred racks in the safe this not regular clout
How you broke selling weed why you asking to hold some
Ain't dividing the money boy I need the whole some
If you get out your body you get beat like you stole some
Why you asking me questions boy you must patrol some
Got yo bitch at my spot in the bed with no clothes on
T up off the Molly I'm sick nigga hold on
You ain't talking money my nigga just gone on
New wave I'm him boy I'm tryna get my roll on
Hundred rounds in this k I ain't tryna debate
Left his broke ass behind he couldn't keep up the pace
Ran it up this shit sweeter than candy and cake
Man these white diamonds frosted they looking like flakes
You dying alone and broke that's depressing
He must be a db why he keep tryna press me
Better off by myself man these hoes don't impress me
He must want a degree why he keep tryna test me
I hit yo bitch made her bust like piñatas
Then ghosted the bitch I ain't give her a dollar
My shooters pull up swinging dreads like Rastas
I'm a hot nigga she slurp me up like some pasta
I done spent blues on the coats like Indy
Fuck it I just want the cat like cincy
Wait I made her scream like Cindy
She ain't less than a dime I can't work with a penny
Damn back on my bull shit like Benny
Damn I walked in the mall blew a hemi
Heard ya hoe work the block like Jenny
Choking the money I need blue face benjis
Boy I got rackies on rackies on top of each other
they bust out the motherfucking skinnies
It's hot as hell in the spot we got the bottles and thots
But my chain made the temperature chilly
D&G down to the socks I'm flooded with rocks
Bet I got yo hoe wetter than willie
You out her cuffing these hoes cool not me
Though man that shit make y'all niggas look silly
Boy I got bitches on bitches on bitches on bitches
Boy I'm got em fucking each other
Chop get to spitting and spitting and spitting and spitting boy
You better duck when it stutter
Got bucks in the PJ I'm feeling like tucker
Glock bout to fuck you wont put on a rubber
Say that she love you don't trust her
She eat me like supper than lick that shit up like a sucker

Written by:
Elijah Collins

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