Songwriter: Lil Skies
Producer: Al Geno
Lyrics from Snippet
[Verse]
Walk in I’m smokin on onion, these niggas bitch and they ain’t sayin nothin
Fuck on my bitch, put my dick in her stomach, run up my money you know how I’m comin (uh)
I see an opp then I’m huntin, came up from nothin I had to make somethin, try to fist fight, you know we gon jump him (yeah)
I got this ice on my neck, this shit it look like a freezer, I been in my bag bitch, you know I don’t need her, I’m a real player nigga I am not no cheater
Facetime my phone, can’t speak through speaker, real dope boy, air force for the sneakers
Pourin up lean, drop a 6 in my liter, I was in the game, you were sittin on the bleachers, bitch!
All of my guns, they came with a switch, all of my hoes, they come with a bitch
My nigga we winnin, we gettin real rich, I ran up the m’s I know what I did
Hop on the highway, I’m goin with eighty, my nigga we ballin I feel my McGrady
These niggas be M&M’s, look at real shady, bust on her tits, let her see all my babies
Hold up, I told her babysit, sit down can’t take the dick, all my niggas, they wearing red
She came over ain’t wearin no undies, In the trap, make a jump like a bungy
Got a fetish for diamonds and money, see this ice on my neck now she want me
Money, money, fetish
[Verse]
Walk in I’m smokin on onion, these niggas bitch and they ain’t sayin nothin
Fuck on my bitch, put my dick in her stomach, run up my money you know how I’m comin (uh)
I see an opp then I’m huntin, came up from nothin I had to make somethin, try to fist fight, you know we gon jump him (yeah)
I got this ice on my neck, this shit it look like a freezer, I been in my bag bitch, you know I don’t need her, I’m a real player nigga I am not no cheater
Facetime my phone, can’t speak through speaker, real dope boy, air force for the sneakers
Pourin up lean, drop a 6 in my liter, I was in the game, you were sittin on the bleachers, bitch!
All of my guns, they came with a switch, all of my hoes, they come with a bitch
My nigga we winnin, we gettin real rich, I ran up the m’s I know what I did
Hop on the highway, I’m goin with eighty, my nigga we ballin I feel my McGrady
These niggas be M&M’s, look at real shady, bust on her tits, let her see all my babies
Hold up, I told her babysit, sit down can’t take the dick, all my niggas, they wearing red
She came over ain’t wearin no undies, In the trap, make a jump like a bungy
Got a fetish for diamonds and money, see this ice on my neck now she want me
Money, money, fetish
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