But a nigga wanna trip so I'ma
Yeah, got 200 on the dash
A couple hundreds in my pocket
Every night is somethin' different
You shoulda left her in the kitchen
Now she cookin' up my mama's
She used to kiss it for you,
got your nigga reminiscin'
Why you textin'? She complainin',
With your weak ass cuffin',
said she feel like she arrested
said she's open for suggestions
I said, come over to the crib and put your
I know shit gon' hit the fan
I'm with her, fuckin' up the sheets now
If your nigga bring his ass over
here he gettin' beat down
I bought a strap from a d- boy, my trap
Better not fuck around with me, boy
That bullet wound gonna keloid, why you mad,
Got your girl goin' up, goin'

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Get nowPussy open, yours two doors
boy broke niggas gon' snore
And I'm fresh out the store, I just
Bought it 'cause I'm bored
All up on the news in my new girl couture
They don't sell that at Nordstroms, imported,
Got a bad bitch, so she torn,
I got money on my lap yeah
Pistol on my back yeah, steaks on my tab
Fuck you know about that? 500 Hundred
Goin' up, yeah, I'm pourin' up uh
Came out the top and I'm blazin'
Worldwide, nigga, it's amazin'
Got your girl goin' up, goin' up right now
she seen your bitch chose up
Not you, made her life, brand new
they gon' call the popos on us
She puttin' shit up her nose,
she in love with the coco
Dámelo, that ass goin' loco
And I ain't gon' interrupt
'Cause she turnin' up right now
we gon' party all night long, baby
I bet he won't sing to you
He don't even got a ring for you
I'ma make you hit them notes