instrumental 9/9/24, 1.48 AM Lyrics

My lil shawty know I'm destined for this shit

My lil shawty know a nigga that I'm destined for the top

So I smoke a pack of woods just to see what she talking bout

Now I'm high I'm out the loop and I don't like talk

A lot

I got gas I got hope

I got money I got potential

I got faith I got hoes

Faithful hoes that's detrimental

I hit girl she was trippin

Now her friend raising interest

Ain't no way that you can say that shit is coincidental

I'm B.I.G. and I get to the loot

I'm pullin in numbers I get the square root

He want fuck with the mob, but we do not recruit

I just ran into my ex and that bitch solute

Niggas tell me to quit wearing Timberland boots

But I ain't pokin you niggas for the shit that you do

Nigga fuck you I like it and my bitch she love it so I'm finna go home and get all in her dental

Then she get in my bed and get break like a pencil

I eat the pussy up I use utensil

I want the top if you here on your menstrual

Teasing the pussy I make it suspenseful

These niggas pussy they sweet yeah they gentle

You can get em tapped like a mother fucking Kendal

And this bitch is so ready to buss it down cus she said that she"loving my instrumentals"

My lil shawty know I'm destined for this shit

My lil shawty know a nigga that I'm destined for the top

So I smoke a pack of woods just to see what she talking bout

Now I'm high I'm out the loop and I don't like talk

Alot