Wake up, filthy
The sign of my shirt, the sign of my shoes
The sign of her purse, the sign of her boots
Yeah, we rockin' some harders, my bitch do what I do
If a nigga try me, I hurt her, and I question her whole shoe
Shoo, shoo, shoo, shoo, shoo, shoo, shoo
Shoo, shoo, shoo, shoo, shoo, shoo, shoo
She said I shoot it off my bitch, she said I should never switch
I was down to orange, I was cool, now I'm lit
Only lie infernal, you wanna fight, I don't wanna shoot
I drive down and go to school, and where do I keep my tool?
Fightin' for this hoe in the pool, she said she want some food
She said she want room, Chris, took her to McDonald's
Rocked through the drive-thru, I can't go for a night
After she got home, I'm back in the car, I'm back in the car
She put a hat in my bun, she sent me, sent me, sent me, sent me, sent me to London
She * me, * me, * me, * me, * me, I go down
Got racks, do you want some? Well, I could put you on
Why you ain't got no swag? Your phone ain't even on
She worried about your bag, but she ain't got no home
Her priorities wrong, her priorities wrong
This ain't a, my shirt, this ain't a, my shoes
This ain't a, her purse, this ain't a, her boots
Yeah, we rockin' some harders, my bitch do what I do
If a nigga try me, I hurt her, and I question, I won't shoot
Shoot that, shoot, shoot, shoot, shoot, shoot, shoot, shoot
Shoot that, shoot, shoot, shoot, shoot, shoot, shoot, shoot, shoot
Shoot that, I shoot it off my bitch, stay down, * never switch
I was down, now I'm rich, I was cool, now I'm lit
Shoot that
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