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Prod. (Spooky)
Lil Bitch small, Talib Kweli
I go hard all on my songs,
Spooky go hard all on these beats.
(Yea)
I know I did her wrong,
but the lil bitch wan stay on my meat.
N-n*ggas tryna run up,
(yea) like me,
She tryn fuck told her let’s link.
(Yuh-yuh)
My gun came pink,
H-hollow tip bullets them shits gon bink,
O-off of this X no I can’t think.
Up on this Molly all night can’t blink,
Took his hoe, Yea he thought she a Saint.
Hit-hit his hoe, yea she wet like a sink
Not my main not my boo thang,
Yea that’s shake dats not butane.
(Yuh-yuh)
Lil French b*tch love Créme Brûlée,
Bring her to da states now she eating steak,
Yea I hopped in the whip and found my lane,
Said I f**ked yo B*tch and found my game,
N*gga f*ck yo clique and f*ck yo gang.
Matter fact n*gga I can’t tuck my chain,
Bet a (hunnid) they won’t take my chain yuh,
(Yuh)
Run up a (hunnid),
Run up two (hunnid),
She want three (hunnid),
I gave her four (hunnid),
N*gga already know that I’m on it.
(Yea-Yea)
She know I want it,
You asking what’s the cost,
(Yea-Yea)
You know I bought it,
You know she wit a boss,
(Yea-Yea)
You know you lost it,
(Beat reversed)
(Yea-Yea)
She wet like a faucet,
I like her I’m taking precaution,
Gen 5 on my hip make me nauseous.
(Oh-yuh)
I’m not really cautious hell na,
I don’t really talk sh*t ,
(Naw-Naw)
Out da way,
In my lane,
Outer space,
She wan talk yea she wan talk I’m in her face,
You a Ten on ig yuh,
I know you beat yo face,
Said you wanna be slimey yuh,
Ima wait till you pass that phase,
N*ggas way to grimey yuh,
Had to tell ‘em gotta get out of my face.
I’m like hol up wait,
look at lil bruh like who is you?
I run up on niggas,
I want dat Guap I take dat loot,
(Guap)
Ima numba one n*gga,
yea they all shit they numba 2,
Baguette my B*tch,
Baguette my ma,
My grandma too,
Said I’m next, yea I’m next up,
Yea that’s my goal,
He like what’s FlexX,
He don’t know that,
Yea that’s my flow.
(They like dat FlexX)
When I pull up and I’m on go,
(They like dat FlexX)
When I don’t talk and I don’t show,
(They like dat FlexX)
When I push a (hunnid) up in that rover,
(They like dat FlexX)
When they on drugs and they not sober,
(They like dat FlexX)
When I say I’m locked in, it’s not over
(They like dat FlexX)
(T-T-They like)
(They Like)
(FlexX!!!!)
Lil Bitch small, Talib Kweli
I go hard all on my songs,
Spooky go hard all on these beats.
(Yea)
I know I did her wrong,
but the lil bitch wan stay on my meat.
N-n*ggas tryna run up,
(yea) like me,
She tryn fuck told her let’s link.
(Yuh-yuh)
My gun came pink,
H-hollow tip bullets them shits gon bink,
O-off of this X no I can’t think.
Up on this Molly all night can’t blink,
Took his hoe, Yea he thought she a Saint.
Hit-hit his hoe, yea she wet like a sink
Not my main not my boo thang,
Yea that’s shake dats not butane.
(Yuh-Yuh)