Open the gate with my nigga
I get that drip in advance
Nigga don't step on my vans
We gonna put you in a trance
She trynna take off my pants
Leave me alone we not friends
That nigga cap he look tense
He trynna fuck with my plans
She trynna be my new pet
My d the food for the cat
Shawty got drip and she bout a new bag
My demons crazy don't care bout the past
Hun yeah
We mad
You finna send me a text
Diz que dinheiro é assunto do past
Don't play with my money boy gimme at last
Sauce é meu, não roubei
Nigga don't try me be acting like shit, stop cappin' that shit não convém
Kae vin the phantom pull up with the stripes, if you mess tho we retro with vans
See retro pulled up with your girl in the car and next time she gon' pull up with van
(Yoo, van-dope)
Não vem com papos de shit
If you trynna hit, you gon' mess with my click
Shorty she love how I dance on her clit
My foot on the gas, ain't no nigga gon' lit
Girly she lovely that tit I might hit
Baby we muddy, we jig on the shits
Não ligamos pra cenas, if we call serão beep's
Say less on these niggas be movin' like sheeps
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