Lyrics
Yeah, yeah
Pull up in the Wraith
You might see me with bae
I put bags in the safe
Now I run outta space
Put my dick in her mouth
Tell me how does it taste
500 grams of the flake
That's a half of a cake
Yeah, Yeah
Spend your re-up on some shoes
Lamborghini coupe
All my niggas looking for him
Like it's Mr. Who
I got lean in my cup
Have a sip you might faint
You getting thousands like me
What you gonna do
Girl you the realist
A little hood reminding me where I'm from
Back to the trenches
Watch you wishin' go send this in the sky, yeah
Full stop that's a dot on you but it's mine
Bando baby 29, yeah that's my guy
Me and LB fucked the same hoes at different times, times
Put him on headlines, lines
Adam Williams, Guystone Menga, Nana Bediako Rogues, Ricky Banton
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