[Intro]
Lil Bitch, haha

[Verse 1: Summrs]
Lil Rino finna chew the beat up
In a BnB with my feet up
Can’t fuck wit y’all n***as, we up
Can’t fuck wit y’all n***as, y’all suck
FN’s in the damn trunk
Wearing all black like I make punk (mhm)
Smoking on gas, that skunk, yeah
Ion give a fuck where you from, yeah
Percs got my ass too numb, yeah
Gimme good brain, she ain't dumb, yeah (Gianni)
I hop in the stu' and go dumb, yeah
She hop on that dick and go fed, yeah
Can’t wife the hoe, that’s fed, yeah
Can’t save the hoe, that’s dead, yeah
I'ma fuck on her friend instead, yeah
Watch when yo ass get pressed, yeah
Bulletproof vest don’t work, n***a
Don’t make this XD twerk, n***a
I been that n***a since birth, n***a
High as fuck smoking on earth, n***a
I’m never gone lack, I’m on alert, n***a
Watch yo bitch, I'ma flirt, n***a
[Verse 2: Autumn!]
Better watch yo bitch, I'ma flirt, n***a
The physicals in, time to work, n***a
XD put you on a shirt, n***a
The lil' Hellcat go skrt, n***a (Skrrt)
We just jugged the feds off the percs, n***a
The XD ride in the holster (It’s Surreal gang, lil bitch)
The bitch gon' knock off ya shoulders (Woah)
These n***as want to be Soulja's (No)
I’m getting bread like I’m supposed to (Yeah)
Just took the lil' hoe to Beni’s, she said she want teriyaki and mimosas (Uh huh)
Can’t let these n***as get to me, oh no, you know Wick gotta keep his composure, oh, no
N***as still talkin' that shit on the internet, 7.62 decompose him
I know these industry n***as gon hate when they start to see Slay taking over (Okay)
Telegram message from bro in Atlanta, he say the pieces coming over (Brrt)
New Tinder message, she say “Where you at? Baby boy, you know I’m coming over”
Bitch want to know what I do for a living like “How you got so much to spend, baby?”
I just make money not friends, baby (Gianni)
She know I been in that Benz lately (Ha)
All that shit that you talking, it don’t phase me (No)
Me and Kan still count up them blue faces
Lil' bitch, haha

[Verse 3: Goonie]
Yeah, I’m off the perc, just vibin' and shit
She don’t even know my name, she still gon' ride on the dick
Yeah, she like Louis and Prada and shit
You get whatever you want, you just gotta be quiet lil' bitch
Caught a plane to New York, I’m in Barney’s with Wick
[Verse 4: KanKan]
Brand new Number (N)ine, okay, n***a just mixed it wit Rick, yeah
All this damn LV on me, n***a could've paid yo rent (Uh huh)
Whole damn Slay in the SRT and it’s fast then a bitch
We be off the damn percs, n***a, okay, yeah he off the fent'
All the damn racks coming in, can’t tell you how much I done spent
On the damn dark web, n***a, okay, cop them pieces with Wick
Physicals all in the back of the goddamn AMG Benz
Yeah
Uh huh
I’m getting bread like I’m supposed to
XD-45 in the holster
Put some racks on his head and it’s over
Bitch said she wanna come over
We in 'em 'Rari’s and Rovers
You ain’t gang, n***a, we don’t know ya
Kicking shit with Wick in the 'Noya
Mix the Prada with the goddamn Gosha
XD turn ya ass to a ghost
Off the perc', damn near float
Racks coming in, need more
Shoot his ass through the peephole
In a P1, that bitch go, yeah!
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