DINNER TIME

[Chorus]
Lil' ho tryna slide, eat like dinner time
Bi-bitch, on God, I be smokin' 'za, I just been gettin' by
Damn, I just been gettin' fried
This an AB function from side to side and you can't get inside
Brother flipped that brick like twenty times, add up to twenty five
Damn, he said his O.G. locked inside, he servin' twenty five
Boy, I never gave a fuck if niggas lie, I just been gettin' fly
Lil' twin, he roll up Runtz, he said, "New strain, this shit called apple pie"
And I'm geeked, just tap the blunt
I been on genie, need like a hundred G's, that bread came in this month
And you won't be who say you wanna be 'cause your ass always put on a front
I'm OT rappin', that nigga can't fuck with me and that's just me being blunt
Some of these treesh-ass hoes tryna fuck with me, but I can't help but be a cunt
Pushin' that ARP, ho, double D's, 5.56 in the trunk
Put like a whole band down on the Glock PB, why the fuck I be tryna punch?
And I'm like FL Keys, twin movin' real keys, if 12 catch him, then he fucked
Could never touch that ho, bitch move too sleazy, her ass stay givin' it up

[Interlude]
(Welcome to the Winners Circle, v2, baby)
AB is anti-gooning, being lame is a choice
I been high since February
The fleh, the fleh
Enjoy your stay (v2)

[Chorus]
Lil' ho tryna slide, eat like dinner time
Bi-bitch, on God, I be smokin' 'za, I just been gettin' by
Damn, I just been gettin' fried
This an AB function from side to side and you can't get inside
Brother flipped that brick like twenty times, add up to twenty five
Damn, he said his O.G. locked inside, he servin' twenty five
Boy, I never gave a fuck if niggas lie, I just been gettin' fly
Lil' twin, he roll up Runtz, he said, "New strain, this shit called apple pie"
And I'm geeked, just tap the blunt
I been on genie, need like a hundred G's, that bread came in this month
And you won't be who say you wanna be 'cause your ass always put on a front
I'm OT rappin', that nigga can't fuck with me and that's just me being blunt
Some of these treesh-ass hoes tryna fuck with me, but I can't help but be a cunt (V-V-V—)
Pushin' that ARP, ho, double D's, 5.56 in the trunk
Put like a whole band down on the Glock PB, why the fuck I be tryna punch?
And I'm like FL Keys, twin movin' real keys, if 12 catch him, then he fucked
Could never touch that ho, bitch move too sleazy, her ass stay givin' it up

[Outro]
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