FNF ft. 1900McCoy Lyrics

Bitch I got racks what the fuck you gon say now

My niggas killas no we do not play round

Waited my turn with this had to stay down

This hoe she thick then a bitch so come lay down

Stripper lil bitch yea she way out from A town

Eastside baby but my diamonds from H Town

Had me a glock but I got me a drake now

Upped with. the beam made that lil nigga breakdown

Switching on me what the fuck is you thinking

Hit the switch now that lil nigga vegan

To my moms ima angel the feds Ima demon

Popped me two percs got me itching I'm tweaking

Don't call me my gov ima think that you police

Don't talk bout our buisness bitch keep that shi lowkey

Said we got beef then yo ass gettin no sleep

I do not know you so how you gon know me

Need a perc before I bust bitch hold on

Poured off a deuce got me high bitch so gone

Hoe get to toppin yo ass takin too long

Diamonds be bussin my neck feelin so froze

Flurp with the yella nig thats we drank on

Bitch I'm outside if you plot thats a kase closed

Free my nig J that's my slime thats my bang bro

You not a steppa you got booked for yo vlone

You got booked for yo vlone bitch

We got choppas for them deebos bitch

Nigga be talkin he gon get his ass hit

Bad ass lil Asian she eat up the dick

If I give her back to you she showin you tricks

Bb simons on my waist when I drip

Swear these niggas is bitches they not with the pop outs

Stop all that cappin you is not what you talk bout

Wanna run I ain't run cuz that problem a gun

Everything fun till it's time that you run

Gotta run like the drumm, gotta poss it like a blunt

These streets ain't the way yea Ima pave the way

Yea I don't wanna lie yea I don't wanna die

Seen my momma cry yea I don't wanna fly

Only wanna fly with my moms to Dubai

She got the ego so I tell her yea we go

Run up this money yea me n my migos

We at the party so let's do a trio

I throw up my money this shit is not funny

When we talkin money thas yummy my tummy

Dripped out designer that bitch be so finer

Yo eyeliner yo dimer yea we eat at the diners

She go for the niners so I better sign her

One one one one one one one one that bitch is the one

Look at my wrist that shit be so pissed

Gunna the wunna his chains & his wrists

Bitches be screaming them bitches be gliss

This is the end and I don't mean to diss