Letras
Birkin bag bitch for my other hoe I know she mad
Nigga steady talking like a gangster we don't know his ass
Pull up on him hit em with the stick we gone show his ass
And I keep a bitch know she rich don't need no only fans
We ain't never going broke yeah I keep me bout 100 bands
Got the stick got the choppa make a nigga do the running man
If you wanna go to war with me you need you bout 100 men
Baby do you wanna cry in the Honda or the Cullinan
Drop the Lo
Nigga know we pull-up if we know it's smoke
Hit your hoe
Feeling like I'm Brent I got her on the floor
Get the door like a gentleman and know I keep a pole
Keep the score cause we real killers yeah we from the 4
Nigga know you switched up on yo brotha I'll never fold
Talking crazy on the internet I know these niggas bold
Pull up on ha put that dick up in her yeah I take her soul
Sixty nine rat ass Nigga yeah I know you told
Oh
He a rat yeah
I don't even give a fuck worried bout them racks yeah
Feeling like I'm UPS yeah I get them packs yeah
Yeah we on a nigga ass ain't talking slacks yeah
I ain't even worried bout no beef know I'm past that
Yeah If she fine with white toes I might smash that
Pull-up and we kill a Nigga ain't talking mad max
These niggas say they dogs but they Pussy with his cat ass
Let's go
Birkin bag bitch for my other hoe I know she mad
Nigga steady talking like a gangster we don't know his ass
Pull up on him hit em with the stick we gone show his ass
And I keep a bitch know she rich don't need no only fans
We ain't never going broke yeah I keep me bout 100 bands
Got the stick got the choppa make a nigga do the running man
If you wanna go to war with me you need you bout 100 men
Baby do you wanna cry in the Honda or the Cullinan
Jordan Sims
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