Justin Rarri NEVADA
[Intro]
Yeah, yeah, yeah
[Chorus]
I got big guap, it's adding up, they like "How the f..ck?"
Know we come from that block, I'm ballin' up, so she do the most
All she know is dickride, so she gon' come when I'm booted up
Shawty don't know what I been through
Spinnin' right through your hood what I'm into
I got a fetish for all of this smoke
Know we comin' real dirty, we trap after dark
I just flooded a bag at the mall
I could shit on a broke nigga, new Audemars
I could fit thirty bands in my pocket, this shit ain't come easy, know I'm workin' hard
That's my fault, I let you get attached, I'm in love with the money, she all broken hearted
Give me that head retarded
She wanna hop on the front of the big body Benz, we on it
She wanna hop on the red eye, she gon' f..ck on the kid regardless
Bae don't act like she ain't need me
Don't need love, bitch you ain't Keke
Old bitch left me, I got richie
[Verse]
Give it a month, bet a hunnid she miss me
In the Bentley, nigga f..ck was you thinkin'?
Postin' shit, finna start a war
Send a hit on your brother, like "Fuck repercussions"
Made a model hold the Glock, I know she nervous
Kick her out, she ain't with the shits, she stuck up in Birkin
Bitch I'm a dog, so I got her cryin'
Said that hoe got me drawn
'Cause I know that she lyin' on us
Put in blood for these bands, I make it look easy
You ain't smokin' shit, pass it to me
Bands up, brodie hold the choppa for a reason
Leave that nigga on the floor, he leakin'
Bro got the drop, hella easy
With a scope and a stock, yeah I need it
I just think 'bout them days, that she ain't need me
I was lyin' if I told you "I need you"
I dont need you
[Chorus]
I got big guap, it's adding up, they like "How the f..ck?"
Know we come from that block, I'm ballin' up, so she do the most
All she know is dickride, so she gon' come when I'm booted up
Shawty don't know what I been through
Spinnin' right through your hood what I'm into
I got a fetish for all of this smoke
Know we comin' real dirty, we trap after dark
I just flooded a bag at the mall
I could shit on a broke nigga, new Audemars
I could fit thirty bands in my pocket, this shit ain't come easy, know I'm workin' hard
That's my fault, I let you get attached, I'm in love with the money, she all broken hearted
Give me that head retarded
She wanna hop on the front of the big body Benz, we on it
She wanna hop on the red eye, she gon' f..ck on the kid regardless
Bae don't act like she ain't need me
Don't need love, bitch you ain't Keke
Old bitch left me, I got richie
