I'm with Dottie and we fucking lit
Two poles when we walk in this shit
I got hella niggas on my dick
And they just be talking n shit
Like what like how
Pull up on me imma leave you wow
Feds talking ion say a sound
Pull up to party leave them in the ground
We trapping
Not lacking
Fanny pack on me for the fashion
And we active
Close curtains
It's gon be another soul hurting
Lot of niggas on me and they leaches
Hella fans watching from the bleachers
Brodie on timing he is ready
I got money coming in steady
Big pockets
They heavy
Gang tweaking think he popped an eddy
And I know niggas mad that we lit
When I pull up we empty this shit
And we getting lit the function
Like no you can't turn off the music
And we getting lit in the party
Like no nigga u ain't gon do shit
Got cops on me they a nucense
We kids
Go dumb
Got a clip empty make them run
Pump fake
No case
Its gon be another cold day
In the slumps
Where we plot on niggas with the gun
Shit trajec
In the field
Letting all these bum niggas have
But I want it imma get
If I rush them armageddon
Bad lil bitch yea I swear she a headache
One false move get sent to a medic
If it's war lil beast gone set it
Bitch I need my racks no tennis
The way I flex should be in the Guinness
I get in that pussy she knows I'm a menace
Look
Bitch I'm 1 of 1 they know my history
If I catch them slipping he a Mystery
Let that Choppa fry them to a fricassee
Bullying the opps I know they sick of me
Brody gone back out if he try to click on em
You ain't one of us then you can't sit with me
Hit it once now she saying she missing me
Stay fly I don't need an itinerary