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Joseph McFashion
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[Verse 1]
I ain't gon' lie this that one
Run it up and I went dumb
Knock a **** down with that drum
Got yo' bitch drunk off rum
When she come to me she come
Yeah, she wanna taste my yum
Put my seeds on her tongue
Fuck her once, then I'm done
Diamond way make up runs
We buy chopsticks for fun
Spend ten thousands on guns
You want beef here we come
Big-ass fam with the Benz
Send a hunnid at yo' team
Brodie just put a whole hunnid up on beams
I'ma see a mil off this shit before I leave
Rollie at the ash doing the dash inna sleeve
Walk inside the club, fuck it up, and then we leave
[Verse 2]
Aye, for you sneak dissing hoes on my timeline
I'm clearing my schedule to do some drive-bys
Brazy lil' baby, I ain't even 5'5"
Fuck the net, this choppa make a bitch sign out
Damn y'all hoes be 18 and up
No ice, no bundles, looking crazy as fuck
Saying that you low-key, you shady as fuck
My type of **** wouldn't even let you pay him to fuck
Draco kick a bitch in the head
It's Kevin Gates, send her to Heaven gates
Time to slide, I'm never late
Balling on you broke-ass hoes, I never hate
All my bottles free in the club, I never pay differ
[Verse 3]
Shit, **** ain't no cages put my pits going rages
With them sticks come and wet yo whole strip
Call yo girl over, she gon eat the whole stick
You gon' jump in yo feelings and throw away the whole cheat code
Whole clique gotta pistol
Everybody spark
Yo' whole clique pussy, everybody gon' dart
I used to be deep as hell, then a **** got smart
Who really got heart 'cause
Everybody did a heart
Ten percent of a ton a lil' chick to me
Free my ****, I swear it's time to make y'all killas bleed
**** feel at me, I blow some work, kill the streets
Then drop the big faces, what these **** scared of me
Bitch
[Verse 4]
Op hoes get dropped, that's the end of that
Cuban doll been a hoe, I don't remember that
I'm on a chicken chase, y'all bitches chitty chat
Pink hair, big chop, this ain't no kitty cat
Can't go broke, I caught the rich bitch flu
She ain't my man, she ain't a rich bitch too
Bought me a drac, that's what a rich bitch do
Shoot that **** and shoot his bitch too
Gotta broke **** that I left in Texas
I never answer for him
So he always leave a message
Got a big forty sitting on my dresser
Any bitch want it, we can meet wherever
Written by: Joseph McFashion