(Gon)
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Back in this bitch and I'm off like 10 (10, 10)
Please do not hit up my phone, you is not my friend (No)
I had to get to the racks, the racks, the racks to hit my dance
Dripped out in Hermes
She on my dick, I feel bad for her man
Fuckin' that bitch, then I hit my dance, dance, dance, dance
Bitch I'm all in
DND on my phone when she calling
Blow it off, get it back by the morning
I can't fuck with a thot, I just get to the money
Because I feel that's more important
And that boy wanna talk on the name
And his mom gonna have fun when she mournin' (When she mournin')
Take all the racks out the safe and I go and I blow it on every place
Yeah, I keep a Glocky if he wanna talk
You already know I ain't catching no fade
Yo bitch on my page, and she just wanna stalk
Drippin that bih when I walk
By, get fucked by the cops
Had that bitch crying, I don't wanna talk
Hop in that bitch and we go way too fast
(Way too, way too fast)
I'm goin up because I got the stats
I cannot lie, when I hop on the mic
When I'm high, I'mma whip it up just like the stove
Got a 10 out of 10 and she model for Vogue
Went from Chevy to Bentley, I'm upping the score
Damn, yeah I had to make that shit work
Don't call up my phone, lil baby
Baby I got no time to flirt
I got designer big cars, zero to 60 in seconds
I can provide for momma, fuck all the drama (Gon)
We boutta teach him a lesson
Back in this bitch and I'm off like 10 (10, 10)
Please do not hit up my phone, you is not my friend (No)
I had to get to the racks, the racks, the racks to hit my dance
Dripped out in Hermes
She on my dick, I feel bad for her man
Fuckin' that bitch, then I hit my dance, dance, dance, dance
Bitch I'm all in
DND on my phone when she calling
Blow it off, get it back by the morning
I can't fuck with a thot, I just get to the money
Because I feel that's more important
And that boy wanna talk on the name
And his mom gonna have fun when she mournin' (When she mournin')