This was my s*** whenever i played with the homies multiplayer I always got the rocket launcher and it was always over

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m2

Fell in Luv

no more L's

. MoNDaY

He not dropping

post to avi to current situation

You know the thread popping when just talking about random s*** lol

let's goooooooooo

None of you p****s know about this classic

We create our own L's

f*** carti

holy shiiiiiiit

Is today going to be another f***ing L

Chorus
(She wanna hear Carti all in her speakers)
(Whole lot of hundreds, blatt)
I got Prada on my ass (Damn)
I got slimes, they pull up fast
I'll put a quarter on your ass
Get you bodied for a pack
Big-ass Draco, big-ass SIG
I just made her swallow my kids

Verse 1
Big-ass Draco, big-ass SIG
I f***ed this b****, we made a flick (Blatt)
I'ma smoke me an opp just like a cig
I'ma cut that b****, she not my kin
Tryna f*** two hoes, I think they twins
I'm rocking them Chrome Hearts
Got a baddie and she die hard (Slatt, yeah, blatt)
I'm 'bout to blast this ho (Blaow-blaow, yeah, bow)

Chorus
I got Prada on my ass
I got slimes, they pull up fast
I'll put a quarter on your ass
Get you bodied for a pack
Big-ass Draco, big-ass SIG
I just made her swallow my kids (Blatt-blatt-blatt-blatt)

Interlude
Yeah-oh (Blatt-blatt), yeah (Blah, huh, what? Ah, uh)
Yeah, yeah, uh (Blatt, uh, blatt, slatt)
(We ain't worried, lil nigga)
Uh, uh

Refrain
Bentleys and Lambs
Bentleys and Lambs, Bentleys and Lambs
I'm in this b****, huh
RIP Yams, RIP Yams
And I'm in my closet, yeah
I'm 'bout to f*** on a project b****
Got a K and a SIG, might slide on the b****
Two-fifty in cash, we ain't playin' with a b****
Two-fifty in the bag, I ain't playin' with a b****
Yeah, and Carti a diva, uh
Yeah, this Vivienne Westwood
Yeah, your b**** is a eater, uh
Yeah, I swear that that top good
Big FN, it's a blicky, blicky, blicky (Blicky, blatt)
Kicking s***, b****, yeah, nigga, like FIFA, hol' up, what? (Hol' up, hol' up)

Verse 2
She wanna hear Carti all on her speakers, hold up, yeah
I smoke my weed, I smoke my reefer, hold up (Blatt-bah)
I pour the lean, I'm on the liter, huh, huh
I had to go, I gotta leave her, huh (Yeah)
Yeah, big heartagram on the tattoo
Yeah, slatt, huh, yeah
All red suit like Deadpool (Blatt-blatt, blah, blatt-blatt-blatt-blatt)
You paying for p****, I don't pay, fool (I don't pay for no p****, hol' on, p****)
Iced-out wrist and it cost two (Cash, cash, blatt, cash, uh)
F*** a b**** outside, yeah, hold up (Blatt-blatt-blatt, sex, blah, blatt-blatt)
I want that motherfucker dead, hold up (Blatt-blatt-blatt-blatt-blatt-blatt-blatt)
I want an apology (Buh-blatt)
You cannot talk to me (Blatt)
You cannot lie to me, hol' up
You cannot lie to me (Blatt-blatt-blatt)

Chorus
(She wanna hear Carti all in her speakers)
(Whole lot of hundreds, blatt)
I got Prada on my ass (Damn)
I got slimes, they pull up fast
I'll put a quarter on your ass
Get you bodied for a pack
Big-ass Draco, big-ass SIG
I just made her swallow my kids (Blatt-blatt-blatt-blatt-blatt)

Interlude
I just made her swallow my— (Blatt-blatt-blatt-blatt)
I just made her swallow my kids (Blatt)
Big-ass Draco, big-ass SIG
Big-ass Draco, big-ass SIG

Refrain
Bentleys and Lambs
Bentleys and Lambs, Bentleys and Lambs
I'm in this b****, huh
RIP Yams, RIP Yams
And I'm in my closet, yeah
I'm 'bout to f*** on a project b****
Got a K and a SIG, might slide on the b****
Two-fifty in cash, we ain't playin' with a b****
Two-fifty in the bag, I ain't playin' with a b****
Yeah, and Carti a diva, uh
Yeah, this Vivienne Westwood
Yeah, your b**** is a eater, uh
Yeah, I swear that that top good
Big FN, it's a blicky, blicky, blicky (Blicky, blatt)
Kicking s***, b****, yeah, nigga, like FIFA, hol' up

Chorus
(She wanna hear Carti all in her speakers)
(Whole lot of hundreds, blatt)
I got Prada on my ass (Damn)
I got slimes, they pull up fast
I'll put a quarter on your ass
Get you bodied for a pack
Big-ass Draco, big-ass SIG
I just made her swallow my kids