Lyrics heyy... - BEN410

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Racks inside that duffle nigga
Piece inside my puffer nigga
She can't get enough of niggas but I can't give no fucks lil nigga

Diamond in the rough lil nigga
Body's? You a bluff lil nigga
I stay pouring up lil nigga but I hate pouring up lil nigga

Herb I rolled it up my nigga, bout 40 if you tryn' tap this thing
I know that bitch tryna' fuck, know damn well she finna text me "heyy"

And I really wanted that OG pack but it's finna come in another day
If it's static in the city I know my brother a call away

Uh, call away, finna cash out at the mall today
Niggas off top really fucking around, the opposition get the fuck out the way

I'm pouring up, I pour it up, I need another cup
I got the henny bottle, shordy up but I don't do too much

Early in the morning rolling Bob Marley paper up
She boujee with a bubble butt, I'm finna wake the nation up
Think I'm addicted to chasing this green paper stuff
Try fit it in my pocket but it's too many to bunch 'em up

The stones in the bezel like it big, I never crush it up
These niggas think they could but they never really could fuck with us

She freaky 'den a bitch, when I say no she perk her titties up
The freaky hoes the worst, I know they dirty with chlamydia

My lightskin bitch a demon but I ain't talking insidious
She can't 'een suck the dick, when she do she tryn' be the prettiest
I don't care if you pretty bitch just suck till I ain't feeling shit

I'm tryn' finish this, know these VV's on me they really hit
I really drip
I really be fucking
Really be whacking shit
I might just cop a demon, tryn' skrt off on 'em fast as shit