notice u (wtfriko) Lyrics

My bitch is suicidal, I get paper cuts counting this money, I think we familiar

Play with my money, fye singing like Bia

Blick on my side finna sting at the Kia

Put that shit on the Bible, you wanna play with my bread, put that bitch on your head like ch-chia

Chop chop, niggas stealing my swag OD

Droptop finna fuck around and crash I fear

Don't stop, tell the ho keep going until the ho jaw lock

What you mean, I ain't know that was you, my fault

My bitch ain't even notice you

Like 20 years, she's ain't even old as you

Like 20 gears I just been rolling that coupe

Chop get em cleared, niggas finna blow that tool on God

Niggas talking like they bulletproof

Young nigga can't walk, I just popped a blue on God

(Knock off his dreads like he Earl,

He can get put on a sweatshirt

Backwood rolling up pearls, nah I don't really fuck no swishers

I ain't even know that was your girl,

I ain't think she was bad until I seen her

Thot bitch putting in work, finna suck the whole gang until her knees hurt)

I was just rolling off X

Percocets give me amnesia

Put my last name on the back

Nigga been balling, you still on the bleachers

Droptop swerve shit stat,

I ain't got time for no bitch, you can keep her

Riding round town off X,

12 at the light almost gave a nigga seizure, yeah

I just fucked a check

Copped new givenchy and denim

Lord forgive me I'm a sinner

But if he keep fucking with me imma send him

So many cuts tryna feel them

Pass me that cup bitch you know imma fill em

I can't even see my own bro, he a felon

I'm only doing this for the familia

My bitch is suicidal, I get paper cuts counting this money, I think we familiar

Play with my money, fye singing like Bia

Blick on my side finna sting at the Kia

Put that shit on the Bible, you wanna play with my bread, put that bitch on your head like ch-chia

Chop chop, niggas stealing my swag OD

Droptop finna fuck around and crash I fear

Don't stop, tell the ho keep going until the ho jaw lock

What you mean, I ain't know that was you, my fault

My bitch ain't even notice you

Like 20 years, she's ain't even old as you

Like 20 gears I just been rolling that coupe

Chop get em cleared, niggas finna blow that tool on God

Niggas talking like they bulletproof

Young nigga can't walk, I just popped a blue on God