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He said he was busy, he don't got a lot So I might just finesse when they send me the drop Finessed that lil' nigga then dip to the spot And asked the lil' bitch just to give me some top When I pull out the stick he thought it was a prop So I showed the lil' nigga this bitch really pop And I showed her the blicky, might pull out the mop But then she got me thinkin' this nigga a cop (It's DJ GREN8DE) Say you down to bang, what you do if I caught you lackin', nigga? We'll never know 'cause I ride with a Glock Why the fuck is you cappin' on Twitter? You said that you really strapped up, nigga, no you are not And lil' bitch, I'ma run it up Give me a decimal, decimal, decimal, bitch, like a dot And the plug textin' me just to shop And I'm textin' him back, I said, "Bro, what you got?" He said he was busy, he don't got a lot So I might just finesse when they send me the drop Finessed that lil' nigga then dip to the spot And asked the lil' bitch just to give me some top Well I pull out the sticky, he thought it was a prop So I showed the lil' nigga this bitch really pop And I showed her the blicky, might pull out the mop But then she got me thinkin' this nigga a cop So you know that I'm dippin' out In my pocket that's racks, it's a big amount I can tell she a thot with that dicky mouth Shorty, can you shut up with that bitchy mouth Like a tomato, bitch, I'ma pick you out Can you shut the fuck up? Baby, listen up I was down bad but I got like two bitches now And they be kissin' me Chris on the top, man, I know they be sick of me Glock with the stick, it turn him into smithereens Got two white bitches, they smokin' on nicotine Decapitate a pussy and then kill a team Bitch, do you want a cookie? Don't mean shit to me You can't plug that nigga, say you shittin' me COVID-19, that pussy boy he sendin' me (*Sniff*) Bruh, what's that fuckin' smell? One of y'all niggas shitted and it wasn't me (I love DJ GREN8DE) I cannot fuck you, shorty, you too ugly She said I'm disrespectful, yeah, what's up with me? I told that bitch to shut the fuck up, suck a D Yeah, that's your bitch but why the fuck she suckin' me? White bitch on my dick, she too bad Racks in the whip, I might fuck up the coupe Jag' Bro, you a pussy, might call you a cool cat Step in the party, the ho's like "Who that? Murder the pussy, send it to the gulag Ho' got depression, shorty, she be too sad Coronavirus, nigga, better move back Drunk white bitch, where the fuck is your shoes at? Bitch, you adopted, nigga, you got two dads Two twin Glockys posted up with two MAGs You cannot get a feature, bro, you're too ass They be like, "Chris, chill with your cool ass" Goddamn, I can't even cap That nigga Chris is cool as a bitch That nigga, that nigga's clearly tee That nigga's clearly tee'd up
Writer(s): Hal David, Burt Bacharach Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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