Bubba Wallace Lyrics

Big Maybach, this bitch limo tinted

I got bitches everywhere, I don't got city limits

I take niggas' bitches all the time, yeah, at any given

I'm gon' end up getting it from your friend if you ain't tryna give it

Drive this bitch like Bubba Wallace, push it to the limit

I keep all my bitches in they place and they mind they business

Yeah, I shoot at niggas' hoes and hit a high percentage

I've been shopping for some hours while my driver's sittin

This shit gotta be illegal how these diamonds hit

I used to want a gang of shit, remember I couldn't get it

Fighting for them cup of noodles, memory had to split it

Remember it being low on gas, riding on a bad transmission

With the hoes, I'm tired of shaking all these niggas' hands

Keep twisting till I bust like a biscuit can

I done stood up on more tables than Vince McMahon

I done jumped up in this 22, feel like Larry Nance

Her best friend looking better finna next this bitch

Damn, I bought your first designer bag and this the thanks I get

Carl Thomas, wish I never met this bitch

What we blue today, will add up all them fucking checks he get

I get fresh as hell, it's a couple steps to this

Floor seats they cheating, got into it with the ref & shit

She ain't happy with her man, know, I'm next to hit

I'll never feed you spam, we a sexy fish

Niggas calling, begging me for help, why I answer this

These hoes always get on me they self, you harass the bitch

She gon' chew me like some winter fresh, she a nasty bitch

Wake the chef up out of sleep, I don't eat Denny's

Niggas telling on they friends, niggas B Micky

It's a lot of niggas' hoes, can't be seen with me

I keep dozing off on poed , too much lean in me

I make Stanley come outside, I got machines with me

Yeah, I feel like baby boy when he got beans with him

Told her I ain't been shit this whole time, what you seen in me

Still left her, yet, she cared and believed in me

All of them SIs in your chain, you from Mississippi

Hit my first famous bitch and I start getting picky

I got more hoes at my shows, yeah, then pretty ricky

I can make your life easy if you listen to me

Thousand dollar forces, yeah, it say Tiffany on them

Girls night, it be me and strictly bitches only

You ain't talk about no money, you ain't got shit to show me

I hit first night, bitches never get to know me

All these niggas on the net blocking, niggas act like goalies