When i walk through i swear to god these bitches show me love
She hit me late night in the dm said she tryna f*ck
But i cant give a bitch no love you better run it up
Cause bitch im strictly boutta bag my city know wassup
When i walk through i swear to god these bitches show me love
She hit me late night in the dm said she tryna f*ck
But i cant give a bitch no love you better run it up
Cause bitch im strictly boutta bag my city know wassup
Been at the bottom too long so the only way is up now
She see this young fly nigga gettin' bucks now
Wasn't there when i was broke so don't try to give a f*ck now
Bout me cause im poppin' i dont need that fake love now
We in the club vip till it shut down
Bottle after bottle i can't even sit my cup down
Gold around my neck and in my teeth yeah im bussdown
Trappin' ass nigga that be hustlin' till the sun down
Hustlin' for my son now, Investing in my funds now
I'm tryna touch a couple thousand everytime i touchdown
In every city im reachin'
Puttin' on for myself and every nigga from my region
Been locked in wit my bloodas ain't none of them niggas recent
Circle smaller than a dot they ain't changin' up like the season
Heard the word around town we the hottest and over heatin'
Whoever rocked when i was down once im eatin' then you eatin'
When i walk through i swear to god these bitches show me love
She hit me late night in the dm said she tryna f*ck
But i cant give a bitch no love you better run it up
Cause bitch im strictly boutta bag my city know wassup
When i walk through i swear to god these bitches show me love
She hit me late night in the dm said she tryna f*ck
But i cant give a bitch no love you better run it up
Cause bitch im strictly boutta bag my city know wassup
Walk in the function and i’m feelin’ like i’m rich homie ya bitch on me
She grabbin' on my dick and it’s a stick on me
Nasty little bitch but i ain’t lovin’ on no hoe
I like to hit from the back cause i love when she touch her toes
She go ape shit
I’m up seven days and i ain’t shit
Tryna got the road wit lil baby we paper chasin’
I ain’t waitin’
And i ain’t doin playin’ about the paper
Bitch this function goin up quit callin’ i’ll see ya later
She steady callin’ phones want me and brother to slide through
Tellin’ me them lies and i niggas to lie to
I’m just tryna beat your back in off of these percocets
It’s hurtin’ yet
Watch me hit the hoe just like a runnin’ back
You ain’t my bitch so quit touchin’ me it ain’t none of that
If the pussy good i’ll call you and i’ll double back
We runnin’ hoes ain’t savin’ hoes that’s hella out
If I buss her down i might give lil baby hella clout
When i walk through i swear to god these bitches show me love
She hit me late night in the dm said she tryna f*ck
But i cant give a bitch no love you better run it up
Cause bitch im strictly boutta bag my city know wassup
When i walk through i swear to god these bitches show me love
She hit me late night in the dm said she tryna f*ck
But i cant give a bitch no love you better run it up
Cause bitch im strictly boutta bag my city know wassup
