Messy lyrics

by

Fat Trel


[Intro]
Yeah yeah, yeah yeah yeah

[Chorus]
b*tch, I'm in my section, goin' hard, I'm reckless
And that b*tch is so wet, way she kissin' my neck gave me an erection
Got some sh*t on the flight, what I did in one night, I just sent her to Texas
Grandma on the phone, in love with her voice, I needed a blessing
b*tch, I'm so extra, goin' hard, I'm mixin'
I'm still in the kitchen, I'm whippin' it right, I'm stretchin' the extra
Fall back and I catch it, that sh*t was a blessing
Better than gettin' indicted, better than gettin' arrested

[Verse 1]
Poppin' sh*t about a Bentley truck, my baby pulled up on me in a Lambo
I just went and put the twenties up, a n*gga purchased up all of the ammo
You know a n*gga don't give a f*ck, I was really honkin', fishin' in camo
Lend a b*tch pus*y a hand low, and that b*tch bust out the bando, whoa, whoa
Versace shoppin', you know papi got it
Steak and calamari at a private party
I cannot f*ck on no thottie thottie
I'ma need me a lil' homebody
I'ma need me a lil' bad b*tch
pus*y so good, wrote a song 'bout it
n*ggas ain't goin' home 'bout it
In the jail fightin' over phones 'bout it
I cannot f*ck on no nobody, like A-Rod, I'm showin' body
Baby bad with a bum body, I ain't gon' tell nobody
I'ma take you out to dinner, mami, had a baby daddy, I ain't know 'bout it
Steak and fish and chicken, Benihana
Had a hoodie pocket, they ain't know 'bout
[Chorus]
b*tch, I'm in my section, goin' hard, I'm reckless
And that b*tch is so wet, way she kissin' my neck gave me an erection
Got some sh*t on the flight, what I did in one night, I just sent her to Texas
Grandma on the phone, in love with her voice, I needed a blessing
b*tch, I'm so extra, goin' hard, I'm mixin'
I'm still in the kitchen, I'm whippin' it right, I'm stretchin' the extra
Fall back and I catch it, that sh*t was a blessing
Better than gettin' indicted, better than gettin' arrested

[Verse 2]
All my n*ggas doin' murders and robberies, police labeled me a prodigy
Son of a b*tch, they was callin' me, son of God, I gotta be
Had to call my n*gga Visa up, tell him we don't need apologies
Made me go and put the Beamer up, you gon' make me go inside of me
Real n*gga, I gotta be
Same n*gga that draw down when he saw the opposition, spotted me
Had to make it out a tight squeeze
Had to show a n*gga fake love just to make money, they ain't like me
Had to fly my n*ggas out of town, b*tch, West Coast just to sight see
You can love me, ain't gon' like me
I got them shooters like Ali
I'm on the beach where the night's free
pus*y good and the price cheap
Want a hood, I got a nice three
n*ggas droppin' bodies like they legal
Lil' fish, b*tch, the right time
n*gga ballin' on 'em like an eagle, yeah yeah
[Chorus]
b*tch, I'm in my section, goin' hard, I'm reckless
And that b*tch is so wet, way she kissin' my neck gave me an erection
Got some sh*t on the flight, what I did in one night, I just sent her to Texas
Grandma on the phone, in love with her voice, I needed a blessing
b*tch, I'm so extra, goin' hard, I'm Mexican
I'm still in the kitchen, I'm whippin' it right, I'm stretchin' the extra
Fall back and I catch it, that sh*t was a blessing
Better than gettin' indicted, better than gettin' arrested
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