SB4L

(Ooh, shit, that's a Danny G beat)

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I hope y'all really on that 'cause we on that

You better use yo head 'fore we put it where the floor at

Feel like Santa Claus dragging bags, where the hoes at?

I'm a scammer, dawg, I do fraud, you should know that

Thirty ball on me fucking up the way I walk

Puff this, puff that, fucking up the way I talk

Yeah, yo bitch kinda cute but once I fuck her, get her off

How they life get real when I start fucking with the fraud?

She ask for my name, I told her "Tron", not the real shit

Bitch said she real like, yeah, bitch, real hit

You gotta be a handicap fucker, you don't feel this

Bro ain't touch [?

I don't really like to fight with [?

Living live so right, I could up a fifty or a dub

You're returning box, I'm out of town getting in the tub

I ain't wanna rap but [?

Backwoods, crack juggs, my baddest bitch act good

AR got a frying pan attached, get yo ass cooked

Throw a hook? I wish yo ass would

What I spent on the kicks, I could've bought a damn foot

SB, man, this shit forever like life and death

She think I like her neck, real life, ain't got time for sex

2021, I'm touching down in a private jet

2021, the lake house with the private deck

2022, Pacific time in a submarine

Looking in the mirror like, shit, he look like the plug to me

I don't chase chicks, my old hoes always come to me

And stop thinking that you my bitch 'cause you fucking me

Hoes lined up, give it up, boy, yo time's up

Fancy than a bitch, sipping Wocky out a wine cup

Y'all talk about my bangs, whole time y'all 'fros ain't lined up

Slam a bitch like I'm Roman Reigns and fuck her spine up

Dunking red in a cup, I'm feeling like a pelican

I'ma Jazzy Jeff her out the crib if she yell again

Louboutin's all white, red bottoms, peppermint

I think it's fucking glue on my hands, the bag, I'm catching it

Caught five thousand dollars, not playing jackpot

Steak five ounces, hunnid dollars, ain't no Black Rock

If you be real quiet in the trap, you'll hear the crack pot

I don't wanna see no ass, I just want some lamb chops

Stone Island on, I'm walking 'round this bitch like Geodude

Toss the BIN up to Dee, boy, that's a Visa-oop

Known to shoot the bag out but I can Greek Freak it too

Think I got a problem, spent thirty on Adidas shoes

Huh, shit, and the pants

Time is money, bitch, so I need paper in advance

Closet like Japan, Bathing Ape designer pants

Slide a hunnid giffies then I do my swiper dance

I hope y'all really on that 'cause we on that

You better use yo head 'fore we put it where the floor at

Feel like Santa Claus dragging bags, where the hoes at?

I'm a scammer, dawg, I do fraud, you should know that

Thirty ball on me fucking up the way I walk

Puff this, puff that, fucking up the way I talk

Yeah, yo bitch kinda cute but once I fuck her, get her off

How they life get real when I start fucking with the fraud?

(Ooh, shit, that's a Danny G beat)

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