SB4L

(Shit, that's a Danny G beat)
(Xclusive made this)

I hope y'all really on that
'cause we on that
You better use yo head 'fore we
Put it where the floor at
Feel like Santa Claus dragging bags
Where the hoes at?
I'm a scammer, dawg, I do fraud
You should know that
Thirty ball on me fucking up the way I walk
Puff this, puff that
Fucking up the way I talk
Yeah, yo bitch kinda cute but
Once I fuck her, get her off
How they life get real when I
Start fucking with the fraud?
She ask for my name, I told her "Tron"
Not the real shit
Bitch said she real like, yeah, bitch
Real hit you gotta be a handicap fucker
You don't feel this
Bro ain't touch and he'll still blitz
I don't really like to fight with
The blicky on me does living live so right
I could up a fifty or a dub
You're returning box
I'm out of town getting in the tub
I ain't wanna rap but is really I'm the one
Backwoods, crack juggs
My baddest bitch act good
AR got a frying pan attached
Get yo ass cooked
Throw a hook? I wish yo ass would
What I spent on the kicks
I could've bought a damn foot sB, man
This shit forever like life and death
She think I like her neck, real life
Ain't got time for sex
2021, I'm touching down in a private jet
2021, the lake house with the private deck
2022, Pacific time in a submarine
Looking in the mirror like, shit
He look like the plug to me
I don't chase chicks
My old hoes always come to me
And stop thinking that you my
Bitch 'cause you fucking me
Hoes lined up, give it up, boy, yo time's up
Fancy than a bitch
Sipping Wocky out a wine cup
Y'all talk about my bangs
Whole time y'all 'fros ain't lined up
Slam a bitch like I'm Roman Reigns
And fuck her spine up dunking red in a cup
I'm feeling like a pelican
I'ma Jazzy Jeff her out the
Crib if she yell again
Louboutin's all white, red bottoms
Peppermint i think it's fucking glue on
My hands, the bag, i'm catching it
Caught five thousand dollars
Not playing jackpot
Steak five ounces, hunnid dollars
Ain't no Black Rock
If you be real quiet in the trap
You'll hear the crack pot
I don't wanna see no ass
I just want some lamb chops stone Island on
I'm walking 'round this bitch like Geodude
Toss the BIN up to Dee, boy
That's a Visa oop
Known to shoot the bag out but
I can Greek Freak it too
Think I got a problem
Spent thirty on Adidas shoes
Huh, shit, and the pants
Time is money, bitch
So I need paper in advance
Closet like Japan, Bathing Ape designer pants
Slide a hunnid giffies then I
Do my swiper dance

I hope y'all really on that
'cause we on that
You better use yo head 'fore we
Put it where the floor at
Feel like Santa Claus dragging bags
Where the hoes at?
I'm a scammer, dawg, I do fraud
You should know that
Thirty ball on me fucking up the way I walk
Puff this, puff that
Fucking up the way I talk
Yeah, yo bitch kinda cute but
Once I fuck her, get her off
How they life get real when I
Start fucking with the fraud?
(Shit, that's a Danny G beat)
(Xclusive made this)