letra de its up - cp (@justcp_)
aye
d-mn
(hook, cp)
you was flashin’ all yo chains and watches, got them b-tches took
i just f-cked this b-tch right off the rip cause she like how i look
you a b-tch, you sittin alone, you do yo pipe up in a bush
b-tch, keep on dissin’ that’s that sh-t that gone get dude cooked
he ain’t safe in the party cause we got a .308 for the n-gga (bow)
park this b-tch on the roof, ill get out the car and wait for the n-gga (skrt)
i really used to be broke, i used to go half on an eighth with a n-gga (on god)
he wanna diss on the dead, put him in a l, we facin’ n-ggas (facin’)
sent yo lil b-tch home up in her lyft, she knew her time was up
i’m in all white fazo’s and these b-tches bet’ not catch a scuff
his b-tch all on my d-ck and in my mentions, think she tryna f-ck
n-ggas broke as h-ll and still be wolfin’ it ain’t addin’ up
(verse, dcg bsavv)
uh, okay
i walk in this b-tch, look for the bread then we gon’ tie ’em up
uh, i step in this b-tch with all my jewelry, n-gga add me up
i brought my clippers just to line ’em up
i hit from the back, she say she had enough
you a b-tch, them n-ggas called yo bluff
footers look 10, these n-ggas’ll size you up
uh, i put wok inside my cup
i want that b-tch, she say she cuffed
i roll woods so please don’t pass the dutch
yo ass gone die, don’t let them gas you up
uh, my lil b-tch, she bad as f-ck
we flew to florida, tummy tuck’s
you don’t act right, the next b-tch runner up
shoot at the crowd if they try to come for us
(verse, dcg shun)
i shower cold, i feel like the goat today (i did)
i freestyle i ain’t even wrote today (uh, yuh)
i’m back in the trenches, i’m givin’ out hope today (okay)
this beat too bad, b-tch it got a gun case (yea)
he got clapped, we hit face
n-ggas die everyday, mitch way
i got my gun when i hit stage (yea)
used to be broke now i’m big paid (i’m paid)
i’m still gone shine, f-ck his shade (okay)
we ride on n-ggas like bentayga
and you know i’m lookin’ at that chain (oh yuh)
i’m really a k!lla, i don’t play no games
i’m one of them n-ggas, i feel like oj
she heard “no bap” she thought it was okay
so you want ’em dead? i’m rockin’ what bro say
this b-tch thick, she thicker than old bae
you not a k!lla you don’t got no say
that p-ssy buck, i’m talkin bout boulé
(hook, cp)
you was flashin’ all yo chains and watches, got them b-tches took
i just f-cked this b-tch right off the rip cause she like how i look
you a b-tch, you sittin alone, you do yo pipe up in a bush
b-tch, keep on dissin’ that’s that sh-t that gone get dude cooked
he ain’t safe in the party cause we got a .308 for the n-gga (bow)
park this b-tch on the roof, ill get out the car and wait for the n-gga (skrt)
i really used to be broke, i used to go half on an eighth with a n-gga (on god)
he wanna diss on the dead, put him in a l, we facin’ n-ggas (facin’)
sent yo lil b-tch home up in her lyft, she knew her time was up
i’m in all white fazo’s and these b-tches bet’ not catch a scuff
his b-tch all on my d-ck and in my mentions, think she tryna f-ck
n-ggas broke as h-ll and still be wolfin’ it ain’t addin’ up
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