Spam Page Dumping

[Chorus]
Boss up on a nigga, hoe change her whole life
Broke ass nigga tryna rerock a pint
Hoe stuck in the A, keep beggin' for a flight
(Rock, rock this shit out Hariroc)
The Bitch get mad she gon' fuck outta spite
The street niggas love me, they don't care 'bout my height
Nigga went and got a gun, cuz he ain't wanna fight
I went and got a gun, cuz I ain't wanna die
I used to call Zone1, nigga give me a ride
We put trust in this Glock, no bonnie and clyde
You tender 'bout this bitch Imma catch you when you fried
Oh you loving that bitch I get drop from my spot
It ain't snowing outside, but we diggin' we sliding

[Verse 1]
Boy you know you a bitch, you do nothing but hide
Amiri my pants cuz these jeans cost a lot
Standin' on business, no suit and no tie
Take him a picture with this stick, soon as we get the dot
Nike pro ski bitch you know my face hot
Smoke on his ass, they be mad cuz he rottin'
Bitch keep frontin' like her nigga got some money
I just breath on air and be sleep in the spot
Why is you lying that trap ain't jumping
No cap I was bad, nigga got used to the stomping
Draquesha with me and she spam page dumping
She send me the dot Ima crash for 300
Fell asleep of a perc, nigga woke up grumpy
I used to want the bitch, now the hoe look ugly
I don't want her opps and I don't want her buddies
I used to be a lil nigga stealin' out the cubbies
You a grown ass man, how the fuck you wearing huggies?
I shit on a bitch and she still wanna hug me
Ever shitbag a nigga boy that shit look lovely
Broke ass bitch occupation is clubbing
I used to hit my block with a chop, now I'm thuggin'
Used to rock PRL with McQueens, got me chubby
Amiris with the hoodie, now I think I may be boujee
Show you how to turn the end up, you in a pudding

[Verse 2]
Fuck 12 I'll be out 'fore the book me
My face card like my teeth, I'm crooked
I'm a pro at this shit, lil boy you a rookie
Niggas clutch on they guns 'round me, I be lookin'
In this bitch with Rock, you know Rock be cookin'
How you a steppa' and you losin' your fully
Don't run from this you can't run from no (frrr)
Chase me a nigga I really got guns
I'm the biggest opp, but that's just how they put it
Fuck her from the back, grab her neck and her tushi
Straight black with the titties, put thumb in her booty
I can make a Glock sound like a uzi
I can make the bitch get wet like jacuzzi
Baccarat and 1 Million, but I smell like Gucci
I ain't bust yet, but this bitch real gooey
And this za taste fruity, and these percs got me loonin'
I just put that shit on and the bad bitches choose it
She must think I'm young bitch said I'm a cutie
You been fucked your bro, I roll up a doobie
Hoe ass scram tryna play Call of Duty
You crack your hands when you see me, bitch how u not a groupie?
He braggin' on the timbs, nigga how is you a shooter?
I got my own type, Ion even like hooters
Nigga think he got the sauce, tryna sell free [?]

[Chorus]
Boss up on a nigga, hoe change her whole life
Broke ass nigga tryna rerock a pint
Hoe stuck in the A, keep beggin' for a flight
The Bitch get mad she gon' fuck outta spite
The street niggas love me, don't care 'bout my height
Nigga went and got a gun, cuz he ain't wanna fight
I went and got a gun, cuz I ain't wanna die
I used to call Zone1 nigga give me a ride
We put trust in this Glock, no bonnie and clyde
You tender 'bout this bitch Imma catch you when you fried
Oh you loving that bitch I get drop from my spot
It ain't snowing outside, but we diggin we sliding