clipfarming

Fuck, fuck, that was y'all, that was y'all

I did it, boy, I don't even think she can't relax
Uh, uh, now these bitches think I'm charmer, I got real racks
Uh, now he not a demon, he clip for me, he clip for me
And that little boy don't get off his weed, that little boy sit on him
And we know she gon' fuck on the gang, 'cause we got big money
Uh, uh, I drive the whip, get out my lane, he got some kick on him
Even if I pop out with my gang, I got my stick on him
I can pop out drinking anything, I put my twist on him

And you ain't got no money, you bit corny, you bit corny
He got racks, he still laying, that nigga been corny
But they got me drunk, but I can't hang, I done that, fell over
Told her we can do it, count five, brain marshmallows
I prefer the weed, I get hot, it gets mellow
Fine, she introduced me to her gang, I'm like, "Hello"

Uh, uh, you can look inside my cup and see the drugs in it
And I slide through, race car, this is not no Bentley
I was gon' push up, but she stayed far, she on another planet
Nigga copy drugs, space bar, they don't even try to switch it
Nigga truck, die, with his clothes, nigga futuristic
Nigga probably sold 30 balls, still ain't made no money
Nigga do anything for these hos, they don't need that my money

I told my whip, it too loud when it's fucking rain
They wanna book me for that crowd, I get it fucking jammed
I pop out, I got my little power, you know I ain't going for nothing
In that trick you know this shit get wild, so nigga duck they money
For 2025, this shit get crazy, nigga ain't doing no Tesla
That nigga think he showing me, so I been doing that, I been doing that
Long way from my home 'cause LAZER been touring, I been touring
To my shit going but she been going, she been going
Cap it to yourself, I been knowing, bitch, I been knowing
Uh, it's a lion in my whip, my shit been wrong

I just shot my shot, five-six, and I been scoring
My love 5'6", a size six and no new joint
I just popped them prize picks for the make a little boring
I already know that bitch before the game, see how she move on

I'm getting blotted by my chain, no flag like shit
Shoulder fold the pieces on my neck, now the lights fit
Nigga capping like he got strikes, but wanna type shit
I ain't spend no racks for real, I spent some light shit
Find out his hoes going, he wanna fight quick
I can hear him capping down the road, fake pipe shit
I just hit the hook, the back went down, and the front lift
I just post a pit, I be like, fuck a couch, yeah
I run out my racks, life done changed with that rap shit

Fuck, fuck
Have a time, have a time
Fuck, fuck, fuck