Hey, yo, run it up, got me?
Ran up, built a ass
We like to flame the beef blood air well
We was so close to splashing
And see these things on me
I'm the chosen one
Put a hole in one
Double tap his head
And that's how we know he done
Well, that is a count down
That bitch going through
I think Miss Bristol wanted me to say the word
When she named me Noah Fox
Sorry, mommy, I can't say the word
Like, can't I *** it over?
But I can make it rain for 40 days and nights
The whole October, bitch
Black with a big old BBL
I'm dying to bend over
***, yeah, I just made a big old sale
Dope soul and money folding
BVS, big old diamond chain
All alone
Less glistening
Heart broke
Listening to Rob wave
Ride with a bitch that's wet
You can't pick the wrong home, boy
All of us be lippin'
Have your hand
When you throwing them stones, boy
All of us got sticks
I ain't gon' count
My mama had all male sons
And not one bitch
I ain't gon' count
I just went and bought all male guns
They all got dicks
I love my shooter so much
My parlay play
Say queers like my piss
She like me
She wanna ***
She think I'm cool
I can tell she get like in my pits
Nigga don't know how to be outside
We gon' pull up and pop a top
Another man down in the gun
Smoke town
Try to pull up
They start the car
Tank it high
And he think it's sweet
Now John John in the gun
Shout out Pimp
Now John's a 36
But cat the son
Stupid hoe
Playing the creed
You supposed to be banging the guy for meat
You ***ing with niggas
Ignoring we on their ass
You gon' get stained on me
Ran up
Built a ass
We like to flame the beef
Blood air well
We was so close to splashing
It's even stained on me
I'm the chosen one
Put a hole in one
Double tap his head
That's how we know he done
Boy that is a cow tag
That bitch gon' tell
I think Miss Bristol wanted me to say the word
When she named me Noah ***
We gon' pull up and pop a top