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She tryna on the kitchen
Only way that we fuck, if you all your friends
Uh-uh-huh, uh-uh-huh, yeah,
(Ferno on this mothafucker)

I run it up, got me a bag
I'ma it all, then I do it again
She tryna fuck on the
Only way that we fuck, if you all your friends
all up on my body, I'm flexin'
You know I settin' these trends
watchin' like a pussy
I can't track of all the money I spend
Hate 'cause we poppin', I that a fan
flipped the script, I'm stickin' to the plan
All white walkin', lookin' like a
They been plottin', boy, boys ain't your friends

Can't trip, my Balenci's camе no laces
I see they showin' love to fakes
My niggas was bread before we made it
Bro in the field, he keep on catchin'
I got some niggas locked in that box
was definitely Roddy, but never got rich
I like I can't put trust in nobody
These niggas ain't solid get on the flip
All my niggas got and sticks
Me and my was sharin' clothes
But look, we finally
Can't about the past days
I'm tryna get my back straight

I run it up, got me a bag
I'ma blow it all, I do it again
She fuck on the kitchen
Only way we fuck, if you bring all your friends
Versace all up on my body, I'm
You know that I settin' trends
watchin' like a pussy
I can't keep of all the money I spend
Hate we poppin', I call that a fan
They flipped the script, I'm to the plan
All walkin', lookin' like a Xan'
They been plottin', boy, them ain't your friends

Everybody up for no reason
been out here, I've been fightin' my demons
Hoodie on, yeah, it's really season
your love, 'cause a nigga don't need it
Fuck the plain jane, bitch, I need my shit
Bag chasin', overloaded on
whip, I don't need to touch it
Just push the and this bitch get to runnin'
This bitch get to runnin', I out the choppa, you runnin'
That's not your bitch if you know we fuckin'
Too many hunnids, no time for no
They mad 'cause I'm up, I turn to somethin'

I run it up, got me a bag
I'ma it all, then I do it again
She tryna on the kitchen
Only way we fuck, if you bring all your friends
all up on my body, I'm flexin'
You know I settin' these trends
Pocket like a pussy
I can't keep track of all the I spend
Hate we poppin', I call that a fan
flipped the script, I'm stickin' to the plan
All white walkin', lookin' like a
They been plottin', boy, boys ain't your friends