(BNYX)
Fuck wrong with these hoes, thinkin’ they want this squish, I’ll get a bitch gone
Pour up in a pint, apple Fanta, I’m changing the skin tone
In person better have the same energy you had on his cell phone, pussy
Fuck wrong with these hoes, thinkin’ that they exempt, I’ll get a bitch squished, two
Call up my sister, press on the issue
If you thinkin’ it’s shit on a tissue
You can get wiped, you can get wiped
In a like you piss , I can’t tell you the price
She said she don’t smoke
She say she don’t drink
Then fuck it, just have ice
I got more pints than you can count before blinkin’ your eyes
And I ride with the five
And my bitch too pretty to die
I ain’t trippin’, my sister can slide
Know I stay with them bees like a hive
Know I stay with them bees like it’s Boston
Had six packs comin’ from Austin
I had three fit bitches, don’t talk to em’
Ain’t dead yet, still I got
Fuck wrong with these hoes, thinkin’ they want this squish, I’ll get a bitch gone
Pour up in a pint, apple Fanta, I’m changing the skin tone
In person better have the same energy you had on his cell phone, pussy
Fuck wrong with these hoes, thinkin’ that they exempt, I’ll get a bitch squished, two
Call up my sister, press on the issue
If you thinkin’ it’s shit on a tissue
When I’m swervin’ I’m keepin’ my gun in my hand
My nigga forgot bout’ a body he caught, he done popped him a Xan
I fuck your bitch for Chanel in the , I won’t give her no cash
I’m shoppin’ linens, Japan
I’m Lil Dann but I’m grown, you playin’
Bitch I got bodies on bodies
Bitch it’s Lil Dann and Lil Yachty
I’m sellin’ dope like a hobby
The way I get money, you’d think I play lottery
I’m a bitch, they be sayin’ I got some money, done dropped out of school
I got two hunnid’ right now and it’s cool
I need to slow down but it’s cool
Turn to and rings
I’m gettin’ money, fuck fame
And most of you niggas be lame
You bitches be fuckin’, that make you the same
You should’ve believed in me
But you rather be teasin’ me
Turned a dub, that’s a easy week
Can’t nobody me
Fuck wrong with these hoes, thinkin’ they want this squish, I’ll get a bitch gone
Pour up in a pint, apple Fanta, I’m changing the skin tone
In person better have the same energy you had on his cell phone, pussy
Fuck wrong with these hoes, thinkin’ that they exempt, I’ll get a bitch squished, two
Call up my sister, press on the issue
If you thinkin’ it’s shit on a tissue
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