They called me a black in the country
Need all my dress, my glasses and my chicken C
Don't fret I've been naughty for the past week
She still be somewhere enough for my last beat
They called me a black in the country
Need all my dress, my glasses and my chicken C
Don't fret I've been naughty for the past week
She still be somewhere enough for my last beat
She's saying where d'you get the slow I picked you wax me
I told her sleep for the week and the big beats
I gotta get my tiny yawl baby 7th Street
And my niggas hungry now I gotta held the beat
If I had a darling, everybody talked about me
I probably have a alley won't be rapping pryly
That's why I hate from the people don't know anybody
And buried hate from the niggas hellabodies smiling
We da came a long way from them canny lapis
Picked up came knuckled 26 and Calli
I used to walk on 30 feet to see my bacomis
Never knew like this
My age the bacomis
My young niggas got the same my mind my dear homies
Put me see my rapper hate to see the black on me
But I've been up on my bird man cash money
Young money, dumb money, bruh I need the money
They called me a black and they call me tree
Need all my dress, my glasses and my chicken C
Don't fret I've been naughty for the past week
She still be somewhere enough for my last beat
She's saying where d'you get the slow I picked you wax me
I told her sleep for the week and the big beats
I gotta get my tiny yawl baby 7th Street
And my niggas hungry now I gotta held the beat
Yeah, she's so real goddamn you fake names
My girl's mom from text and cocaine
All my year you get home cooked and homemade
Sharpin up the base with the bitness end up and raise a blade
Bitch my mom ain't raise to be no good girl
Let me introduce me to the girl that I've been in love with
Beat it by the fact that Baba Wawa's love was juggling
Nah I prefer a 40 up with a need a because I'm sludge bin
You used me keep the slug with
We we're kiddos back where we both keep the chills to myself to forensics
To get both of my mamas cut
They got the bush from the cradle down to my coffin
They've been tryin to send me to years
I've been rejected of as nigga
Please believe it, I mean it
I make you see the truth
Purving up that blinding rope
Fuck trump of my easy boost
Keep these bitches loose
For sure this roof pussy nigga
When you see me eat that shoot me a salute guys to gang
They called me a black in the country
Need all my dress, my glasses and my chicken C
Don't fret I've been naughty for the past weeks
She still be somewhere enough for my last beat
She's saying where d'you get the slow I picked you wax me
I told her sleep for the week and the big beats
I gotta get my tiny yawl baby 7th Street
And my niggas hungry now I gotta held the beat
I've been all about my money
But I've been all about my money
I've been all about my money
But I've been all about my money
Yeah
Worry about it
Worry about it
My nephew, I got drought
She's so blue got me your fake names
My girl's mom from texts and cocaine
All my year you've been home cooked and homemade
Sharpin up the base with the bitness end up and as raise a blade
(Sharpin) Sharpin up the base with the bitness end up and as raise a blade
(Sharpin) Sharpin up the base with the bitness end up and as raise a blade
She's so blue got me your fake names
My girl's mom from texts and cocaine
My girl's mom from texts and cocaine
My girl's mom from texts and cocaine