Lyrics Outro - Jswat feat. LeenoBrady

Richard on my wrist getting these bands ain't shit
Man I just hit a lick while I'm fucking on yo bitch
Yeah I'm rubbing on her clit
Yeah I made that bitch quit and
Yeah you know that I'm a problem
Rob a nigga style man fresh out this bitch
Man I just sent a blitz and I just dodged the hit
Bankroll long bitch it's drawn out
Hit a couple million yeah I'm balled out
Bitches i don't wanna fuck then they stalled out

You say that you love me I know that it's fake
You Play with my heart lil bitch you get baked
You came in my life I guess it was fate
Don't wanna lose you I need a clean slate
On to the next I flipped me a quake
Popping these pills I'm losing my weight
Wanna turn up I'm calling the jakes
I'm from the four but I'm repping the eight
Say you don't love me I guess it was fake
No we can't talk it's not for debate
No I don't deal with snakes
But I'm stacking my cake knew one day I'd be rich
You can say it was fate met that lil bitch at follies
She got right to the topping
Slid on right down to magic
These hoes want my cabbage

Pluto trap in the basement
Now he banging with the Haitians
Everywhere he go shit quaking
Fuck the lil bitch she Jamaican
I took the top off the forgein
Hit that bitch once now she snoring
It feel like a test i'm better than the rest
I Don't need the sex just lay on my chest
Run up them bands flex on my ex
Got a new bitch but I'm plotting my next
All on the field I'm scoring on crest
I got a Draco it'll leave you a mess
I stay with a vest avoiding my death
My names not Keith but I'm running some sweat
Treat her like a dog tell that bitch go fetch
Spinning ya block it got you upset
Matching that energy ignore like a pest

Cut that bitch off and I got me a forgien
Got a big truck it's a ford
Fucking yo bitch when I'm bored
Off the lean that I poured
Yo bitch broke with a Honda Accord
Strangle that hoe with a cord
She came to the crib for a tour
Jswat cuff no whores pay the bitch a rack
For the neck tried to shoot
He got jammed with that Tec
Rapchat or a Snapchat bust her back then
I won't text her back free da gang
Nigga thats facts

She gone eat me Joey chestnut gave that head up
She want me she know I'm next up
Brady a five star go call Lester
Dropped out of school in the middle of semester
I had the dope oh man got damn like dexter bitch
I'm cold as December you cuffing hoes like
November I'm in her mouth no dentures
I'm in her house she want me to bend her
Swerve this bitch I'll crash and fuck up the fender
I'm like fuck what I'm bout to send her
Feel so geeked I feel like I'm shredder
Me and the bag we Edward and Bella
Don't care what you had cause I got better
Oh that's your bitch okay I'll test her
I hit this xan I don't even text her
I make it rain bitch get a umbrella
Designer fabric feel this texture I want a freak
She shake Ari fletcher throw on a coat feel like
A professor you mad at your bitch you had
To go press her I got a sack no Julius Peppers