SheRidesMyBike - Maybach

Come wit nada then you gotta get the blues
You're gonna see us in the news in a rari wit no roof
But Fuck a coupe lil bitch I need a maybach
Off the henny and the xannies lost my way back

Shordy said she like the high she like the feelin
Know that I'm the man when I walk up in the building
I'm off a couple xanz in the whip bitch I'm chillin
And in this state of mind I could really get to killin

But I ain't worried bout no op till I hit millions
Look and I ain't worried bout these niggas they some children
But if you speakin on the bike I get to trippin
Bodies dropping all night you ton be my 5th victim

I'm in the function I'm gettin stupid
If yousa dumb bitch them ima lose it
But If you got good pussy then ima use it
And she said sche like lil bike's music

Drop an oxy it's gonna fizzle in my drank
Why y'all still poppin pills if they fake
Only cop it if the seal is in my face
Wokhardt in my cup make me go to outer space

I been smokin I been sippin on the daily
Poppin perkies poppin xannies got me lazy
So much cook up in the air it got it hazy
And so much drugs up in my body got me wavy

I just do this everyday cus I'm the man I'm the one
I'm just tryna get paid I'm tryna stack me up some funds
I'm tryna get up out of state like lil bike is on the run
I got a freak up in my bed she said oh daddy don't you come

Oh fuck but I did tho
Lil momma got that water like it's Bristol
Is that my dick or is that my pistol
Lil baby this is both double fist those

Now she blowin up my phone cus she heard im up next
I don't need you bitch I just wanted the neck
But she gonna slide thru cus she heard I'm the best
She said that dick good she done put it to test

I been slidin round town in the south end
Got the plug on the green get it straight up out the mountains
fuckin wit the team have you wetter than a fountain
Only love for the blues all this money I be counting

If the pill ain't got a gloss I cannot pop it
If the beat ain't got no bass I cannot drop it
And if I'm fuckin it you girl i ain't gon lock it
And that boy don't got a gun he need to stop it

I don't really like to sing but bring the beat back
And I don't like giving head but ima eat that
Shordy all up in my bed she tryna freak that
Now she all up in my texts don't need no feedback

I'm done wit you bitch I'm tryna get In my bag
I ain't feelin the vibe I got this feelin it's bad
I only feel it when I'm high I know that sounds kinda sad
She said daddy your so mine and I'm not even a dad

Come wit nada then you gotta get the blues
You're gonna see us in the news in a rari wit no roof
But Fuck a coupe lil bitch I need a maybach
Off the henny and the xannies lost my way back

Written by:
Aaron Costa, Marley Hickman

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