Yeah
Yeaah
Thahaha
You niggas know its the gang or kill yourself right?
Yeaah
Yup
Red hat black chucks black 501's on
That's your baby momma but her numbers in my iphone
Yea I got a girl but I swear I need a newer bitch
Let her out the house and I'll be leaving here with your bitch
I'm flyin in a different city every night
Got everything I ever wanted so this can't be life
Breaking down the weed I'm bout to make a plane
A hundred niggas with me all reppin taylor gang
Yeaaahahhhh bitch
Okaaayyyy
Yeaah
Yup
Lot of niggas fake but me I'm these hoes fate
Feed her alcohol and leave that bitch with no taste
Out of this world need my own space
Back seat and I'm a ride until the chrome break
Big heat will turn your body to a cold case
She don't even make it rain she just throw me face
Got some niggas quick to bang like they major pain
Told there mom I rep the gang she just say the same
Yeaaaaahhhhh bitch
If you see em point em out
If you see em point em out
Theres a bad bitch in here
If you see her point her out
Theres a bad bitch in here
If you see her point her out
Yeeeaaahh yupp
You show up to concerts looking like a fan
I pull up in car service looking like the man
Hella reefer smoke a lot of pictures being taken
My bitch from Atlanta my weed is Jamaican
I don't talk much too many niggas hatin
Bout a booty that's my type of conversation
I dropped a little change on these hater frames
Took her car keys and let her played the way
Yeaaah..bitch
If you see em point em out
If you see em point em out
Theres a bad bitch in here
If you see her point her out
Theres a bad bitch in here
If you see her point her out
Yeeeaaahh yupp
Writer(s): Paul D. Beauregard, Lexus Arnel Lewis, Cameron Jibril Thomaz, Orville Erwin Hall, Phillip Glen Price, Jordan Michael Houston
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