Lyrics

I put a bun on the back of the gun, I said I don\'t box, I get speed back
I\'m all purse at purse at all week, I\'m tryna find a Codine cap
I tell my bitch ass, we don\'t believe in these ****, that\'s how you get dream chaps
****, I\'m fly in the hood, just bought me a coat, 6k on Celine jackets
I told that hoe, if you wanna stay with me, just come to the hills, get a dream cap
My dawg told me to kick the cut last week, but ever since then, I ain\'t lean back
I got a bad bitch new butt last week, I\'m still tryna hit her, don\'t seem fresh
She wanted a Birkin, I got a Chanel, and ever since then, she been mean to me
I told you baby, I sport like a Bret, came a long way, ****, cook concrete
Don\'t dabble off me, I\'m catching a hit, Celine, Celine, I\'m winning the stacks
She don\'t wanna leave, she see all these racks, that\'s not what it\'s seen, and baby, what\'s that?
Yeah, what\'s that? I bought me a horse like a lamb
She know that she toast, I\'m like, damn, I put her in a box with some crayons
I\'m still rich forever like grams, so sexy, I\'m calling her ma\'am
Flintstones get hit with bam-bam, got stones in all of my watches
Like Avatar, **** be opposite
Like Ghost Rider, I got that choppa
Like Flo Rida, I\'m in the club
Like that\'s how I call her, duh
Ain\'t I whip up the streets, that because
I\'m told I\'m 50, now I\'m in the club
She acting too different, I\'m like, what it was?
Yeah, I be like Tony Montana, I\'m not Tony Stark, but I still got that eye on her
She saying she don\'t need a ****, and soon as I left her, the next day, she crying on me
I sent my bitch into Tiffany, took her to Tiffany, just like she Chunky Brown
Yeah, she said we belong together, I uncaught her, her phone, I don\'t know Mariah
I\'m your boy, the bitch of Benz, I put her in on her friends, I told God
Yeah, I wasn\'t raped by no dealers, I was raped by the killers, I\'m terribly inspired
Yeah, I had coke on the scale, had weed on the scale, ass stick on my side
Yeah, I got bad bitch with me, got bad bitch with me, bad bitch on my side
Sipping on Cody, now I got no more cries
Like a moon bounce, I blow your ass up
Purse that, purse that, I can\'t even bust
Look at my mansion, it got no cost plus
No TTM, ****, couldn\'t dog us
Her and her friends, I bought her all busts
****, not talking about what I\'m calling
I put butter on the back of the gun
I\'m on purse that, purse that all week
I\'m trying to find a Codine cap
I told my bitch ass, we don\'t believe in these ****
That\'s how you get dream shots
****, I\'m flying the hog, just bought me a Coke, 6K on Celine jacks
Written by: hail salaam
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