i feel like a fuck up baby girl im so stuck up

Ha, ha, ha
Bullets flyin like a flock
Pull up, we paintin' em red Mardi Gras
Don't talk to me if you talking to the cops
Don't talk to me if you fuckin' wit the opps
I'm in the rave and I got my glock
Ain't gon' pull up, but you got the drop
Flexin' that bitch but that hoe is a bop

You might wanna get back lil' bro
Might not wanna spin back lil' bro
Balled out on that bitch now u goin' broke
I will never spend a dollar on a fuckin' hoe
I ain't even spend a dollar on my fuckin' coat
When them silly niggas start hatin' take em' as a joke
Ha, ha, ha
Bullets flyin like a flock
Pull up, we paintin' em red Mardi Gras
Don't talk to me if you talking to the cops
Don't talk to me if you fuckin' wit the opps
I'm in the rave and I got my glock
Ain't gon' pull up, but you got the drop
Flexin' that bitch but that hoe is a bop

Dont talk to Me (Zatru)

Yo bitch said I'm full of shit I don't care about No Hoe
Cause I'm out here proving shit
Cooking up I feel like Rick
Why you hating onna kid lil nigga you too old
That's ya bitch she suck my dick, Shy to U 2 Me she Bold
Know I keep a fucking stick like a snowman Aim too cold
Niggas riding dick would've thought they was Lana Rhoades

You just saying shit lil bro we got glocks ain't playin doe
We got plenty Ammo Ian beefin no Rando 😂
Posted where u can't go Glock won't miss you u 2 slow
Boy I pullup shootin shit, I'll leave you with some holes
Yo bitch said I'm full of shit I don't care about No Hoe
Cause I'm out here proving shit
Cooking up I feel like Rick
Why you hating onna kid lil nigga you too old
That's ya bitch she suck my dick, Shy to U 2 Me she Bold
Know I keep a fucking stick like a snowman Aim too cold
Niggas riding dick would've thought they was Lana Rhoades

I'm really just tryna get my bands up
She wanna know my sign she wanna know if I'm a cancer
Yo girl hit my line if I ain't horny I wont answer
Yo girl hit my line if I ain't horny I wont answer

I don't care about No Hoe cause I'm out here proving shit
Cooking up I feel like Rick
Why you hating onna kid lil nigga you too old
That's ya bitch she suck my dick, Shy to U 2 Me she Bold
Know I keep a fucking stick like a snowman Aim too cold
Niggas riding dick would've thought they was Lana Rhoades

Prove It (Prod. Zatru)

Blame it all on me she gon say that it's my fault
Blame it all me this bitch tryna get in my thoughts
Keep on playing with me pull up spraying shit like Lysol
No complaining to me, when these bullets turn ya lights off
Blame it on me, she gon blame it on me
What u saying to me? U was tryna lay in with me

But I ain't no dummy, bitch just want my money
Bullets to ur neck, Ted Bundy
Denim from outside the country

Acting like he want sum from me
Spin ur block like laundry
That bitch say she sorry.. Bitch Shutup & Slob Me
Off a tab i'm gnarly riding in a fucking harley
Got more gas than Bob Marley
r.i.p Marty 🕊️

Don't try n be a Smarty cause i got it in the party
Told that boy when i'm outside he won't show up he tardy
Ghost that hoe what can I say? All these bitches boring
& she call me ignorant.. Well the sun comes up in the morning

Bullets he can't digest
He don't wanna die yet
Have u ever seen a choppa boy? Aim it where yo eye @
Niggas know I been a trapper boa
Have u ever seen a trapper kry
She told u she ain't see me before I wonder why she gotta lie

Why she lying
Sometimes i just feel like crying
Ion wanna think bout dying
Bae u Glo so hard i'm blinded

Blame it all on me she gon say that it's my fault
Blame it all me this bitch tryna get in my thoughts
Keep on playing with me pull up spraying shit like Lysol
No complaining to me, when these bullets turn ya lights off
Blame it on me, she gon blame it on me
What u saying to me? U was tryna lay in with me

But I ain't no dummy, bitch just want my money
Bullets to ur neck, Ted Bundy
Denim from outside the country

Acting like he want sum from me
Spin ur block like laundry
That bitch say she sorry.. Bitch Shutup & Slob Me
Off a tab i'm gnarly riding in a fucking harley
Got more gas than Bob Marley
r.i.p Marty 🕊️

Don't try n be a Smarty bitch i got it in the party
Told that boy when i'm outside he won't show up he tardy
Ghost that hoe what can I say? All these bitches boring
& she call me ignorant.. Well the sun comes up in the morning

gNarly

she told you that im a stranger, so how she know my name
posted with my fuckin dogs bitch the ones you cannot tame
all you niggas fucking frauding please stay in your lane
on the other hand im so fraudulent i take everything
slit your throat wont feel no shame
smoking zaza fuck the drank
left hand, right hand, two glocks like Max Payne
you be mad at everything
i don't be mad at anything
if u keep biting swag you will not get anything

i been grinding killing shit for my niggas
voy a llamar lil nino we ain't scared of no triggers
holes in his pajamas, boy i'll pull up where his tooth tucked
i feel like a fuck up baby girl im so stuck up
you can't catch me fuck boy need to get ya luck up
got your pictures den you run off why you niggas bluff bluff
told that nigga he can drop the lo or shut the fuck up
cause i don't care bout the internet niggas fake tough

niggas fake tough but am i still the one to blame
oh my god
am i the one to blame still
oh my god
am i the one to blame yuh
should i give a fuck???
am i the one

am i the one to blame heh
bitch keep calling my name
come in this bitch like paper planes
i feel like osama inna plane
im wit the shit like any day
mama told me all these niggas fake
ima get paid like either way
im getting fried like every day
she took my heart locked it away
but it's still fuck love anyway </3
like a skunk play, i spray
ion got no more to say
ion got no love to spare
need this bitch out my hair
sound check its sound clear
i'll bring you somewhere that no one can hear
sound check its sound clear
blahblahblahblah
get the fuck from round here
blahblahblahblah

Strangers

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Keep me out your drama
Nigga, fuck your Genre
I'll put these bullets in yo belly fuck your trauma
I want marijuana, catch me @ the pharma
Ha, I feel like Jigsaw, bitch, I'm sending karma
I put all my pain in this shit
I'm so godly; I could make it rain in this bitch
Make it rain on your hoe

Please get off my dick U so lame yr so phony
You don't got no swag lil nigga you just cloning

Yeah, her panties droppin' 'cause a real nigga walked in
Yeah, my swag, it's so sick; I'm so ill, bitch, I'm popping
Niggas see me shining; they wan ride like a pony
You got change out the couch; if I want it, then I cop it

Yeah, you tell me that you love me, baby. How do I know it's real?
They done lied on my name; tell me you know how it feels
Boy, I'll tell you where I'm from; all they know is how to kill
On the net, you’re going back and forth; can't even pay yo bills.

Yea, my niggas tryna kill shit, heh. Ya, flip shit.
I ain't wanna do it to 'em; I just wanted to feel some
You think that you real or some?
Grandma thinks I'm grilling some
Hell naw, this that FL—
Grandma thinks I'm grilling some

Keep me out your drama
Nigga, fuck your Genre
I'll put these bullets in yo belly fuck your trauma
I want marijuana, catch me at the pharma
Ha, I feel like Jigsaw, bitch, I'm sending karma
I put all my pain in this shit
I'm so godly; I could make it rain in this bitch
Make it rain on your hoe

Please get off my dick U so lame yr so phony
You don't got no swag lil nigga you just cloning

Strangers

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