Mournin

[Chorus]
Ayy, .223, extended mags, pushin' iron out (Pushin' iron out)
Put your chain out, 'less you wanna die for it (Wanna die for it)
I got VVS, diamonds all on my Rollie (Bling, bling, bling)
Lookin' at the city, somewhere on the top floor (On the top floor)
Hope you hearin' my voice (My voice)
Fake love, man, that shit got me annoyed (Oh my God)
They don't want you, they just want you for your coin (Oh, no way)
That's why I'ma play these bitches like a toy
Kick her out in the mornin' (Mornin', yeah)

[Verse]
In that Trackhawk, 'cause that Scat' way too boring (Skrrt, skrrt)
Fuck it, finna flip this bitch over, finna floor it (Uh)
Hate niggas with their hands out, beggin' for shit (What I hate)
Love when she tell me, "Beat it out," I don't force shit (Yeah)
Yeah, you got a big bag, but my bag enourmous (Yeah, let's go)
Bitches, they not on it, no, no way, this a Corvette (Skrrt, skrrt)
My ho slim thick, yeah, she don't need no corset (No)
Niggas, they be fake, switchin' up, I can't endorse that (Yeah)

[Bridge]
Hold up, yeah, I got some money, I need more, yeah (Hold up, hold up)
Yeah, your bitch, she bad, my bitch more bad (Two, two bitches)
Fuck her on the tour bus, she a whore, man
You had sold me out, you a ho for that (Oh my God)

[Chorus]
Ayy, .223, extended mags, pushin' iron out (Pushin' iron out)
Put your chain out, 'less you wanna die for it (Wanna die for it)
I got VVS, diamonds all on my Rollie (Bling, bling, bling)
Lookin' at the city, somewhere on the top floor (On the top floor)
Hope you hearin' my voice (My voice)
Fake love, man, that shit got me annoyed (Oh my God)
They don't want you, they just want you for your coin (Oh, no way)
That's why I'ma play these bitches like a toy
Kick her out in the mornin' (Mornin', yeah)