Luyện nghe bài hát So Sad

[Hook:
I can't give no fuck 'bout no bitch, I go outside
They throw a fit, 'bout that bitch, she forever mine
Fifteen on my wrist, wit' the Bent, boy gon' dash
YSL my fit, Nike kicks, I count cash
I can't give no fuck 'bout no bitch, I can't go
They gon' throw a fit, 'bout that bitch, she mine
Fifteen on my wrist, wit' the Bent, boy double dash
YSL my fit, Nike kicks, I count double

[Verse: Dex &
I give no fucks 'bout yo bitch, he gon' bawl and cry
.40 wit' the drum, extra stick, he go outside
Eighty on my wrist, sippin' lean, I'm extra tired
Ha, that's your she bi, ha off them pills I'm high
And I know why, niggas be hatin' they bitchin'
Pullin' out all of yo extensions, hit from the and she flinchin'
Warhol love the cake, I just dirty the kitchen
See that little nigga be it, Warhol be stuntin' this way
Send in my shooters he missin', five bitches I'm poppin'
Don't gotta talk just listen, I to whip in the kitchen
Got all up on my tag, ha
Call up Warhol fuck your got these niggas mad
All this shit so simple, pop a nigga like a
Bad hoe the dimples, fuck that hoe til' she crippled
Walked in wit' the gang wit' me and we all strapped wit' the
Two Tec's I got bad rep better not so we eager
Five hoes doin' coke whole time these bitches simple
She wanna suck on my missiles, now I to ride for my woe
Nah nigga you can't hang wit' me, smokin' the Woods no
Hop in the foreign, no rental, coppin' the wave I knew you were
Bag it, bag it up, I get money and add it up
Camel toe, she ain't bad enough, we can not diss her wit' it no us
Aye, pull up and pass, eatin' that Gladys
Aye, to Roscoe's, suckin' yo bitch she the badest
Ooh, I don't want your bitch, she so slick, she gon' go
Run a bag, you so mad, you so extra mad
Pop up and I'm glad, hunnid' right up on my tag
Ha, Goyard on my bag, got these so extra mad

Warhol]
I can't give no 'bout no bitch, I can't go outside
They gon' throw a fit, 'bout that bitch, she mine
Fifteen on my wrist, wit' the Bent, boy gon' dash
YSL my fit, Nike kicks, I count double
I can't give no fuck 'bout no bitch, I can't go
gon' throw a fit, 'bout that bitch, she forever mine
Fifteen on my wrist, wit' the Bent, boy double dash
YSL my fit, Nike kicks, I count double

[Outro:
ooh, aye whoa
We gon' dash, aye whoa
up we don't crash, aye whoa
Know he count bag, aye whoa
Why boy so sad