ARP ft. Yunin Lyrics

Brand new Glock, ARP, shit wont jam

Hit this bitch, I got the CC, yeah, we love to scam

I'm like, woah, damn, I'm not like the rest

Run up on me, 33 to ya melon and chest

Go to the mall, spend a band, nothing less

You a pussy, why you rap through the text

Me and your new bitch, we havin' good sex

Got some money, put some Prada on my bitch

I got like three, I'ma choose who get the dick

Glock won't jam this hollow point like Beyblade, let it rip

My partner, he a crip he gon' bust you in your shit

At age 14, I had two felonies, I bounce out with that stick

My mama told me, never be a bitch, I bounce with the stick

So I been sippin' all this lean, I think it fuckin' with my drink

Now I'm poppin' all these beats, I don't know what got over me

I been takin' hella drugs and now I miss the sober me

It's a good day, give her a dick, I guess you call that sunny d

I go psycho, I go crazy, now I'm screamin' murder

Fat bitch eat my dick and I'm like, oh my God, bertha

Run in your home , I got a hundred shots on me, sent right in your dome

I put a beam on your head, look how it glow

She want some money, I told her no , I cop me a Tesla, I wrap it in chrome

I wanna fuck, I wanna bone , I'm like, whoa, I'm like, go

Skirt off, I'ma go do the dash, matte black, Hellcat real fast

Double cup spilt lean on the dash, I learned how to rap and I ran up a sack

So many shots fired feel like I lagged , this shit go ra ra spit fast

I get to the bag , I ain't lookin' back, what's in my jeans 20k in cash

I made all my opps mad i laugh I made all this money scammin' rappin and trappin

I get to the top, I ain't on the backend what's on my wrist, 100k in fashion

Why the opps , tryna be my friend, no lose mfs , you get hit in the chin

I'm off of the Molly, P6 in the water, I think I'ma go and fuck up on your daughter

I heard ya sister take dick real good, throw her in the river, that shit understood

That was back when I was smokin' on woods

Now every hood I go in I'm good

We hit the lick stole your shit, ran on foot, bitch

And I keep my stick, no pistol whip like, are you good

I'm like, damn, why? I pour me a three-five

That boy said he scared, why? Run up and he might die

Put my thumb inside her butt I can't because I'm too shy

Bitch, I did it anyway, cause she said she likes surprise

Ooh, that shit is gross, Burberry my coat

I don't wanna talk, don't pick up my phone, leave me alone