[Refrain]
Runnin’ round the city in my Prada
Yeah give a bitch Mickey d’s, you ain’t getting Benny Hanna
That bitch gave brai- [gunshot]
[Intro]
Pxrge you crazy
Oh for real
Choppa bullets flying
Aye aye
Aye aye
[Verse 1: Pxrge]
Yeah I’ve been trying to hold back, but I can’t
Hella side bitches on my lap, I can’t stand
Hella rifles n***a in the back, shoot you where you stand
Hella bitches yeah they getting clapped, don’t give a fuck bout’ no man
Runnin’ round the city in my Prada
Yeah give a bitch Mickey d’s, you ain’t getting Benny Hanna
That bitch gave me brain, that shit like a scholar
And if a bitch lame, pass her to my partna’
Been going through pain, so I got me a choppa
I feel like I’m bane, break her back then I’m outta’ there
I been going insane, so I’m smoking on ganja
Yeah, yeah, you don’t want that static
Rob a n***a for his money and his fucking shoes, do it like magic
You don’t want beef with me, shit get drastic
Pulling up to yo city, we gone get to blastin
[Verse 2: Anzyeity]
Ridin’ round your city
Lil’ n***a get up with me
Never lacking, gotta keep me a semi
Twin Glocks, look like Mickey and Minnie
?, the top of the chimney
Met a bad bitch and I took her to Denny’s
You is a pig, check your chinny chinny
I feel like bowser, join my brother lemmy
Oh she fancy, just like iggy
And she boujee, ain’t no need to be picky
I know some lame n***as trying to clip me
That’s fake information just like wiki
Use your brain, your logic is shitty
My thoughts neon, just like shinji
Don’t fuck with that boy because he is cringy
Hit it nice and quick just like a ginny
It’s me and my bitch, like gumball and penny
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She said go talk to your hoes, I just say that I got plenty
When I say I got plenty, she is like how many?
I can’t give a number, my estimate bout’ twenty