Lil bitch, I got P's for the low Lil bitch, I got keys to the I got indicted already, I don't give a fuck The police me over, I'm shooting shit up Bitch, I got verses for the You ain't got that verse money, fuck nigga bye My bi, I'm straight Then I get that cake,
1] Pull up on your bitch, like skudda the bitch, is you gon' hop in or what? I know you smoke this bud I know you wanna roll a thug Fuck nigga mean mug Shoot his ass and his foot, his mug So the nigga can't walk or can't talk And I smoke lime green, not the mothafucking rainbow And my can't fold Sosa, I'm saint hoe But in God I trust, and I don't fuck with, aye But my got them rainbows, bitch Lil bitch, I got P's for the low Lil bitch, I got to the door I got indicted already, I don't give a fuck The pulled me over, I'm shooting shit up Bitch, I got for the high You ain't got that verse money, fuck nigga bye My bitch bi, I'm Then I get cake, andale
2] Been out grandma house Had junkies knocking all at house Told ass pipe down You gon' get me in trouble, I'm 16 now Now I'm grown as And I got my own 'Bout to bring a D, sold that out my own house Bought a couple keys, that shit out my own house Should see how I'm now in a Rarri, riding real fast Hop in that mothafucka, skudda skuh, doing that Naw baby, I ain't gon' All I do is ride Nascar wanna take that that far Shooting them guns Rambo Loaded up that ammo With a suitcase full of that
Lil bitch, I got P's for the low Lil bitch, I got keys to the I got indicted already, I don't give a fuck The police pulled me over, I'm shooting up Bitch, I got for the high You ain't got that verse money, fuck nigga bye My bitch bi, I'm I get that cake, andale