Need an album immediately get to cooking boys

The muscle memory letting it blitz 
406 they owed the shit 
I want a bitch no older chick unless she like 20 not 46 
Moving like Rick not Morty bitch
You acting all sick no motive bitch
Wireless don’t need modems
And a Motorola what you owning bitch

I was just 14 had a lil hoe put a hole in the condom to own the dick uh
Don’t get caught cause I noticed it yea
Wait till you older to own a kid 
Then I hit 17 got a bitch pregnant being to careless holy shit 
God had a plan for me though he was teaching a lesson I know cause there’s no more kid 

Uhh damn wasn’t ready for that was in the back of my class popping xans and now I think back as a matter of fact I was spending my time training to use my hands 
I was hitting up bitches I met on the gram 
Never could manage I know that’s a fact
How that’s a lesson don’t ever be careless and know all your actions will always come back
(Yeah yeah)
not too long fore I go off in this bitch get the water-wall up drip like young yakovich poured a dozen inside of a 12 oz only do 1/1 I’m in that prophecy bitch 
Lost a body best do another headcount 
Where the fuck Bobby go oh no he dead now
Red dot on the top of your head 
Underground buried deep what we did 

(Now switch it up)
Move, Move, Move, Move
I said baby I get to it, to it, to it, to it yuh
Hit my dance get in my groove, groove, groove, groove.
Baby what you tryna do 
What you
What you tryna do
Fuck 12 fuck the ops fuck the cops fuck that bitch she for the block
Make up fake shit two faced hoe know she been a bop
Hula hoop spinning round spinning back pull my drake out get you whacked
Selling pounds by the pack better know if I don’t like you, you getting taxed
Meet me up in Bel-Air said you need some fresh air and we got it fresher over here come over
What you want from over seas imma send that shit home 
(Baby)
I got diamonds on my teeth I got sick of the bone
I got sick of the cronies round this town I got sick of the phonies 
Yeah I got sick of the fake ones I got my real ones stick with the homies
If I let you come over lil bitch don’t be wasting my time ride the dick like a pony
Naw I ain’t even thinking about you you ain’t on my mind can’t let bitches control me
Because my mom was a control freak fuck a promise baby show me

Louie, Gucci, Balenciaga maybe imma put you on
Started feeing different when you put it on 
Focus we out here on a mission we can’t get it wrong 
Hopeless, all you ever been all you gonna be hoping every single second that you gonna win
Choking on every venture like you sucking dick uh lil bro you lamer than hell that’s why I fucked your bitch 

Drake do as I say so
I’m on rodeo 
Wait for that payroll and bae I’ll be your savior 
I’ll get that bread baby you give me that cake too
Giving you head got I that pussy like a lake  ooh 

Louie, Gucci, Balenciaga maybe imma put you on
Started feeing different when you put it on 
Focus I been on a mission I can’t get it wrong 
Hopeless, all you been all you gonna be hoping every second you gonna win
Choking like you on dick yeah I’m sick of your hoe need a blonde bitch 
(Ooh ooh get that mm)
(Knock these pussy down like they dominoes)
(Nike tech ooh ooh ooh ooh)

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