Bugz on the beat
Saks Fifth fuck my racks up
They don’t like me on the west, but I get mad love
Semi-automatic got a switch, I got a mag drum
Rose gold steppin’ in Margiela, I’m a bad one
Boy, you must be stupid, think you takin’ somethin’ from me
Shell-shock a nigga, he get wrapped like a mummy
I won’t spend no money on you, bitch, you must think I’m a dummy
We got V8’s, Beamers and them Trackhawks in the country
Yeah, I’ll never switch on my day ones
I ain’t tie my shoes, I might pull up and just lace somethin’
Fuck up a check, okay, I’m waitin’ for some more
Fuck up a check, okay, I’m waitin’ for some more
Dirty Sprite, ain’t sippin’ clean, I’m sippin’ oil
Heard they wanna take me off, I got somethin’ for them boys
I just sold out five-fifty in your city, makin’ noise
How you mad at me? I fucked your friend, that ho don’t got no morals
I won’t spend no money on you, shawty, I know you ain’t loyal
Got a warrant in the city, playin’ safe, I’m duckin’ boys
Blowin’ mula in Rodeo, buyin’ garments I enjoy
Got the murder squad on standby, I make one call to Roy
Gutta, gutta, my bitch from the gutta
Dirty motherfucker, hit her then I cut her
Pass her to my brother, you sucker, boy, you love her
Made it flip and double, money, never get enough of
Saks Fifth fuck my racks up
They don’t like me on the west, but I get mad love
Semi-automatic got a switch, I got a mag drum
Rose gold steppin’ in Margiela, I’m a bad one
Boy, you must be stupid, think you takin’ somethin’ from me
Shell-shock a nigga, he get wrapped like a mummy
I won’t spend no money on you, bitch, you must think I’m a dummy
We got V8’s, Beamers and them Trackhawks in the country
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