CHINESE FANTA

Wait, Stupid Dog rell On The Track Top down, ridin' through Miami, late night (Skrrt) leave in a minute, fuck around Miss my flight (Miss my flight) I been getting head all night She said she got a nigga, that's alright Don't call my phone asking 'bout a dog price (Brrt) 'Cause I'ma hit your ass with the TEC's Put the oowop on that Throw the condom on her back I'm in the trenches with them racks If you wanna join the gang, boy You gotta get a hat (Brrt) Put a switch on the Glock, it Don't go, "Bow", it go, "Brrat" Crossed a nigga off the dribble Then I pulled that bitch from half Double crossed the same nigga, hahaha Niggas mad (Ha ha ha) Triple crossed a nigga mans He ain't learn from his mistake I want head, she won't stay, I got bread She got cake (Whew, whew) Put my house by the lake, no I don't do no dates Bitch, this a turtle race Put diamonds in the face (Whew) Told Hutch I'm on the way, I don't owe I'ma pay get me guns where I lay It be chops all in my face (It be chops all in my face, out my face Nigga) slapped the shit out of a bitch Put a ho right in her place I'm drivin' fast in this Jeep, it's three o'clock, who wanna race? She moved out of state She want a clean slate (Mwah) Bitch, I got on a McQueen shirt, Dior This ain't Celine None of this shit make-believe I paid two thousand for my jeans I paid two thousand for this lean Can't wait to pour it up Paid eighty thousand for this watch That's why I hold it up It's gang over everything That's why I throw it up Skrrt right off on a bitch I can't let her hold me up I'm sippin' on this Chinese Fanta I think it's coconut Yeah I think it's coconut, think she wanna fuck Think she like the bucks, like the icy Chucks Hope she don't think I'ma wife her up Slob on my nuts, wet nap Gon' head and wipe it up My sneaky link ain't really sneaky She want everybody to know Got the bands, she like a roll Take a nigga out his glow Send your nigga to the store Got these ho's under control Got these ho's off of Patrón I don't know how they getting home New Amiri jeans with the Playboy bunnies on 'em when I'm in LA I be hanging with the bunny hunters I'ma keep shittin' on these niggas For a hundred summers Bitch, I'm tryna f******u right now I don't want your number Chrome Heart shirt, Christian hoodie on Guess I'm holy i spent eighty on a Rollie I just went through a box of Trojans My pet peeve is bitches fucking Niggas with no emotion (Dummy) She asked me to pay her rent this month I think she trollin' (Fool) Starin' at my jewelry is like Starin' in the ocean (Splash) All these diamonds covering my Body like some lotion I bought this Chinese Fanta 'bout to hit it with the potion (Ha, ha, ha) --- CHINESE FANTA - DameDot