Svpra
(Oxy pick up the phone)
(Sdbyrim)
Count up the guala, I'm rocking designer
Your bitch in a diner, she be lookin finer
I'm fuckin ya bitch, Interior designer
I'm rocking the niner, shoot you with a lighter
You not gon do shit bitch you not a fighter
My head getting lighter cuz shits getting brighter
I flash out the whip, she a beaut she a stunner
You rocking with me bitch cuz I'm not no gunna
A clip on the hip with no extendo grip
Put yo face on a t-shirt cuz that boy a bitch
And he not no preacher cuz bitch was a snitch
Count up the guala, I'm rocking designer
Your bitch in a diner, she be lookin finer
I'm fuckin ya bitch, Interior designer
I'm rocking the niner, shoot you with a lighter
You not gon do shit bitch, you not a fighter
I pack up the nine and I pack up the plaque
This not that funny shit if you not with the click
You're not gonna do shit bitch, you're not a fighter
My head getting lighter cuz shits getting brighter
I flash out the whip, she a beaut she a stunner
You rocking with me bitch cuz I'm not no gunna
A clip on the hip with no extendo grip
Put yo face on a t-shirt cuz that boy a bitch (aye)
And he not no preacher cuz bitch was a snitch (yeah, aye)
I been cooking up with yo bitch
In the café, she obsessed from way she fucking looking at my wrist
And my chopper bring demise, let yo homies talking smack
Sdby raining all these racks and make her dancing like in Vegas
She got pretty face, petty cake, sweet teeth
I might have to leave you if you biting on this dick (yuh)
Hop up in my lap, bitch
Fuck all your besties
I'm Mr. Fantastic cause my dick and money elastic, yeah
Why don't you show me the bill
Why don't ride on this dick, aye
Why don't you show me the bill
Why don't ride on this dick, aye
Count up the guala, I'm rocking designer
Your bitch in a diner, she be lookin finer
I'm fuckin ya bitch, Interior designer
I'm rocking the niner, shoot you with a lighter
You not gon do shit bitch you not a fighter
My head getting lighter cuz shits getting brighter
I flash out the whip, she a beaut she a stunner
You rocking with me bitch cuz I'm not no gunna
A clip on the hip with no extendo grip
Put yo face on a t-shirt cuz that boy a bitch
And he not no preacher cuz bitch was a snitch
(Bitch was a snitch, yeah)
Count up the guala (whoa), I'm rocking designer
Your bitch in a diner, she be lookin finer
I'm fuckin ya bitch, Interior designer
I'm rocking the niner, shoot you with a lighter
You not gon do shit bitch, you not a fighter
I pack up the nine and I pack up the plaque
This not that funny shit if you not with the click
You're not gonna do shit bitch, you're not a fighter
My head getting lighter cuz shits getting brighter
I flash out the whip, she a beaut she a stunner
You rocking with me bitch cuz I'm not no gunna
A clip on the hip with no extendo grip
Put yo face on a t-shirt cuz that boy a bitch
And he not no preacher cuz bitch was a snitch
