Yo!
B-B-B-Booter
My girl can’t stand me, she says that I’m not normal
I ain’t shot a opp in time, I’m getting withdrawals
No space in my Glock, cah the clip’s too full
Should’ve got a top 10 with all these strings I pull
Huh? They can’t question the grind, we put the most hours in
Just ‘cause I said it’s dead, we ain’t ever allowing him
Let that beef die down, bullets start showering
Get them all down, it’s disempowering
I’m a rap star chilling with the trap stars
Rolleys, APs and fast cars
Left the room for a minute, now her back’s arched
We ain’t burying no waps, bro, we slap ours
I can send ’em to your door, they’ll give a whiplash
This ain’t dirty money, this is quick cash
No, my steppers don’t do riff-raff
.44 shells make your big darg sit back
I know I can’t fly to the States
So my new chain and my chick both MIA
Get the drop, bet **** gonna light up the place
Heard they caught him in jail and put a slice down his face (Fuckin’ hell)
I’ve been speaking to this girl for a year
She don’t know that we really made **** disappear
Told bro spin the car, there’s opps in the rear
Close range, we ain’t bussing off shots in the air
Yo!
My girl can’t stand me, she says that I’m not normal
I ain’t shot a opp in time, I’m getting withdrawals
No space in my Glock, cah the clip’s too full
Should’ve got a top 10 with all these strings I pull
Huh? They can’t question the grind, we put the most hours in
Just ‘cause I said it’s dead, we ain’t ever allowing him
Let that beef die down, bullets start showering
Get them all down, it’s disempowering
I don’t want you packing no bags if we’re going to London
Girl, you take my golden AMEX, or the platinum, and run ’em
Babe, I’m a man, I’m too tired to shop, I’ll wait by the junction
Right in the back of the Dodge, I’m just catching up with the gunmen
On some bad behaviour when we’re going Ibiza
Just bring your passport and your bunda, ain’t no need of a visa
Ayo, it’s the fourth day surviving of two-day-old cold pizza
Girl, take them wristbands off your arm, you got some festival fever
Baby, no bags if we’re going to Paris
We’re hitting Champs-Élysées, fuckin’ up a bag like the Arabs
‘Cause all the times you’ve been my peace
When I’m stressed out you the baddest
I like my girls naked indoors but outdoors modest and classy
FaceTime me when you get the pill, I gotta watch you swallow it too
Keep it real, there’s no path I won’t follow with you
I’m so g tight, gyal, she’s allowing a few
Yo!
Boy, you ain’t got that power in you
B-B-B-Booter
My girl can’t stand me, she says that I’m not normal
I ain’t shot a opp in time, I’m getting withdrawals
No space in my Glock, cah the clip’s too full
Should’ve got a top 10 with all these strings I pull
Huh? They can’t question the grind, we put the most hours in
Just ‘cause I said it’s dead, we ain’t ever allowing him
Let that beef die down, bullets start showering
Get them all down, it’s disempowering
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