I'm a shoe styler, baby, I need to see you when I miss you
Too fast on my feet, never know, might come through like a missile
Pistol packin', never lackin', I shoot when the time come
Niggas ain't never did * to me, I drop just like a bomb
Oh my God, it is just stupid
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When we gettin' money, we ain't hurt for *
Travis VX3
Baby, you lookin' like a snack
I'm tryna eat you up
I'll never leave you alone
I'm tryna see you up
We can't talk over no phone
Did that murder talk, lil' nigga?
Did that on-goo * just do it with no mask on, nigga?
Juke, hustle all I know
* it, post up at the stove
I'ma quit, sir, get you served quick
Get my damn stove
All I do is show love, lil' bitch
I show more than the owner
But like, baby, man, he out of hell
He came through with the potion
I'm a shoe styler, baby, I need to see you when I miss you
Too fast on my feet, never know
Might come through like a missile
Pistol packin', never lackin'
I shoot when the time come
Niggas ain't never did * to me
I drop just like a bomb
We got double O's on foot, niggas
Don't touch it, cause you a rookie
Took some L's, but I ain't never start
I just kept on pushin'
I ain't get to fight for no reason
While they hastin' on the bleachers
They posted up they feelin'
On the white *, cause they need it
You can always put your trust in me
Just pray my soul to keep
Had to go and get my * together
Ain't no control in me
Baby, man, how you rock like that?
I put the flow on the beat
Rocked about my life in the street
Lil' bad *, I'ma put the flow on the beat
She came with me
Hustle, jiggin' to the sun up
Someone tryna find a cover
I'ma bag you back, you tryna run up
Damn, this * sloppy as hell
Poppin' rubber bands and *
Young and turtler, bitch
I done came up, they changed up
I'm committed to this *
Baby, you lookin' like a snack
I'm tryna eat you up
I'll never leave you alone
I'm tryna see you up
We can't talk over no phone
They done murder talk, lil' niggas
This that on, give a *
Just do it with no mask on, niggas
Juke, hustle all I know
* it, post up at the store
I'ma put the flow on the bleachers
I'ma quit, sir, get your search
Get my damn stuff
All I do is show love
I sell more than the owner
They like, baby, man, he out of hell
He came through with the potion