Lancinho

(hook) Bad Bitch, Red thong Teasing me with pictures cluttered up my cellphone Tryna get me like Macaulay, Home Alone I ain’t doing shit till the fucking mail come For the low I got uh, vac grass, ass fat, what’s good? You want the smoke? Mother fucker bring the woods She want the rope tell her swing it over here In the back of the Benz with a pack of some UGHHH (Aye) I been burning to the stinger Ordering plates filled with fried chicken fingers Extra fries, driving high, tell me what’s a blinker Usually a thinker, but I been going dumb So dumb, need a teacher Hoodie on fleek sir, same with my sneakers If you try to sneak, put a hole between your peepers I ain’t with a lame, nor a stray or a tweaker You know what it is man I only burn reefer (hook) Bad Bitch, Red thong...... (Fletchy2Fat) Runnin’ with a sack like I’m Emmitt I ain’t signin shit I’m independent I been in this bitch for like a minute, big bands on me I ain’t Savin shit cause imma spend it Green up in my pockets it ain’t spinach Chillin with your bitch we out in Venice Took over my city then I dipped, came back and I was still the hottest mother fucker in it, (gah damn) In the hell cat bitch I’m RACING 20 inch blades bitch I’m skatin’ Countin money till my fingers achin’ Prolly why these mothers fuckers hate me All that bullshit for the birds it don’t phase me In the kitchen I been whipping pastries Pull up to yo house and take yo bitch cause she a fan but she gon’ blow me like some AC, YEAH I GOT A (Hook) Bad Bitch, Red thong...... (CHR!$AVAGE2500) Black coupe when a young nigga slide through Watch your step lil boy this is my crew Serving niggas quick, like fast food Count my money up until my fucking fingers blue Hundred thousand cash bitch what would you do ? Sit back and relax with the whole crew I been getting bands since a youngen you are old news Speaking on my name and like some laundry I will fold you No Cappin My niggas bout that action Fuck a red card bitch Im steady toe tagging Going out my way to chase the money it’s a habit I been up remember days I ain’t have shit Moving heaving weight down the road up in traffic I stay with Glocks and Wessons, you stay lackin Been about my shit lil nigga what’s crackin Catch me in the trenches and I’ll show you im am a savage (Hook) Bad Bitch, Red Thong.....