Kankan, GOONIE, Summrs, Autumn! - Up lyrics

Lil Bitch, haha

Lil Rino finna chew the beat up
In a BnB with my feet up
Can’t fuck wit y’all niggas,  we up
Can’t fuck wit y’all niggas,  y’all suck
FN’s in the damn trunk
Wearing all black like I make punk (mhm)
Smoking on gas, that skunk, yeah
Ion give a fuck where you from, yeah
Percs got my ass too numb, yeah
Gimme good brain, she ain't dumb, yeah
I hop in the stu' and go dumb, yeah
She hop on that dick and go fed, yeah
Can’t wife the hoe, that’s fed, yeah
Can’t save the hoe, that’s dead, yeah
I'ma fuck on her friend instead, yeah
Watch when yo ass get pressed, yeah
Bulletproof vest don’t work, nigga
Don’t make this XD twerk, nigga
I been that nigga since birth, nigga
High as fuck smoking on earth, nigga
I’m never gone lack, I’m on alert, nigga
Watch yo bitch, I'ma flirt, nigga

Better watch yo bitch, I'ma flirt, nigga
The physicals in, time to work, nigga
XD put you on a shirt, nigga
The lil' Hellcat go skrt, nigga (Skrrt)
We just jugged the feds off the percs, nigga
The XD ride in the holster
(It’s Surreal gang, lil bitch)
The bitch gon' knock off ya shoulders (Woah)
These niggas want to be Soulja's (No)
I’m getting bread like I’m supposed to (yeah)
Just took the lil' hoe to Beni’s
She said she want teriyaki and mimosas
(Uh, huh)
Can’t let these niggas get to me, oh no
You know Wick gotta keep his composure, oh
No niggas still talkin' that shit
On the internet, 762 decompose him
I know these industry niggas gon hate when
They start to see Slay taking over (Okay)
Telegram message from bro in Atlanta
He say the pieces coming over (Brrt)
New Tinder message, she say "Where
You at? Baby boy, you know I’m coming over"
Bitch want to know what I do for a living
Like "How you got so much to spend, baby?"
I just make money not friends, baby
She know I been in that Benz lately (Ha)
All that shit that you talking
It don’t phase me (No)
Me and Kan still count up them blue faces
Lil' bitch, haha

Yeah, I’m off the perc, just vibin' and shit
She don’t even know my name
She still gon' ride on the dick
Yeah, she like Louis and Prada and shit
You get whatever you want
You just gotta be quiet lil' bitch
Caught a plane to New York
I’m in Barney’s with Wick

Brand new Number
(N) ine, okay, nigga just mixed it wit Rick
Yeah all this damn LV on me
Nigga could've paid yo rent (Uh, huh)
Whole damn Slay in the SRT and
It’s fast then a bitch
We be off the damn percs, nigga, okay
Yeah he off the fent'
All the damn racks coming in
Can’t tell you how much I done spent
On the damn dark web, nigga, okay
Cop them pieces with Wick
Physicals all in the back of
The goddamn AMG Benz yeah
Uh huh
I’m getting bread like I’m supposed to
XD-45 in the holster
Put some racks on his head and it’s over
Bitch said she wanna come over
We in 'em 'Rari’s and Rovers
You ain’t gang, nigga, we don’t know ya
Kicking shit with Wick in the 'Noya
Mix the Prada with the goddamn Gosha
XD turn ya ass to a ghost
Off the perc', damn near float
Racks coming in, need more
Shoot his ass through the peephole
In a P1, that bitch go, yeah!
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