okay...yeah! ft. Bucky Lyrics

(damn sky this is fire)

(peanut on the track)

My bitch bad and she found my pill bottle

I'm crackin' a seal, yeah, them diamonds on her neck Waverly, they castin' a spell

I've been wantin' peanut-butter-Coupe, she want Chanel-y and Dior too

Uh, I just bought a new Viv bracelet, stars in the roof, life changin'

Imma take you out, take you out

You can bring ya best friends too

Hennessy shots, we not chasin', all ya friends around you

Fuck my ex, she bad news

Fuck ya friends, they bad news

Imma kick the cup, it's bad news

Double R and a cool Coupe

Ridin' 'round in this cool Coupe, kickin' shit like Judo

And I can never be without, but I can never be around you

'Round you

'Round you-oh

'Round you-oh

'Round you-oh

I can't be around you, I can't fuck wit' you, you fuck around and you break me down

I don't really give a fuck 'bout a bad bitch, she gon-

Hoe gon' let me down

She gon' drown me in sorrows, sippin' alc' its gon' turn me 'round

Imma whip in the Coupe, when I drive real fast, imma shoot it down the road

Uh, bad lil' bitch she my hoe, yeah, chasin' the, chasin' the dough

I fuck your bitch and let her go

I'm on the money row

Countin' up lines, sniffin' rows

Cut up in lines, sniffing dope, oh yeah

Dope, yeah, dope, bad lil' bitch she a-

Dope bitch, imma goat, bitch, she a, throat bitch

Throat-goat-bitch, she gon' suck my dick

She a stupid ass bitch, she gon', oh shit-

She for the gang, imma, oh shit-

Yeah, ok yeah, fuckin' you bitch, ok yeah

Im with the gang, im with the mob, I'm with the-

Okay, yeah

I got the drugs, I got the hittas, bad lil' niggas gon' really kill ya

Yeah young niggas, turnt up niggas, crash out niggas, really gon' get you, like-

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