Tangotalk

I’m in the ship championship N!gga aint even ranked Mad that we ball But they play if off I called my plug tryna buy a pint But he sold that b!tch to adin ross Stand in the function I’m out of the cage Money on money, on diamonds okay Maybe I should pimp for a living I got b!tches on b!tches on b!tches Feel like I done been through the most s*it Imma diarrhea die real I know she was at her lowest I bought her high heels My lil n!gga reckless Probably got more hats than lil jeff Houston b!tch keep texan texting Cause she heard I fw tank dell You just in the mix You don’t pour your own liquor How you rocking rick When you know you owen owing n!ggas That 40 got a d!ck But I shoot till it clit clik It goes both ways that’s a binary trigger Cup full of lean My b!tch face full of fillers Beat up that cat, put her face in the pillow caterpillar Turnt it up now I get 30 cash for a melody My homie keep throwing up his flag like a referee I ain’t got time to let you lay up with ya Baby I’m a grinder Demons in my closet tryna on my designer You step on my lawn You gonna get hit up with this fye All I know is crime Imma sin till I’m tired Even without no wheels I can promise you I’m riding In the booth I tell the truth Make these rappers get in lying In the field but rapping like I’m le’veon bell Act like she won’t go the b!tch gone more When I pay her Act like she won’t go the b!tch gone move For a zelle Tell em count me in if I’m dead or alive Every whip I’m in look like 2055 Rick owen ski like I’m pulling a heist Shoot ya