Svpra (Oxy pick up the phone) (Sdbyrim) Count up the guala, I'm rocking designer Your bitch in a diner, she be lookin finer I'm fuckin ya bitch, Interior designer I'm rocking the niner, shoot you with a lighter You not gon do shit bitch you not a fighter My head getting lighter cuz shits getting brighter I flash out the whip, she a beaut she a stunner You rocking with me bitch cuz I'm not no gunna A clip on the hip with no extendo grip Put yo face on a t-shirt cuz that boy a bitch And he not no preacher cuz bitch was a snitch Count up the guala, I'm rocking designer Your bitch in a diner, she be lookin finer I'm fuckin ya bitch, Interior designer I'm rocking the niner, shoot you with a lighter You not gon do shit bitch, you not a fighter I pack up the nine and I pack up the plaque This not that funny shit if you not with the click You're not gonna do shit bitch, you're not a fighter My head getting lighter cuz shits getting brighter I flash out the whip, she a beaut she a stunner You rocking with me bitch cuz I'm not no gunna A clip on the hip with no extendo grip Put yo face on a t-shirt cuz that boy a bitch (aye) And he not no preacher cuz bitch was a snitch (yeah, aye) I been cooking up with yo bitch In the café, she obsessed from way she fucking looking at my wrist And my chopper bring demise, let yo homies talking smack Sdby raining all these racks and make her dancing like in Vegas She got pretty face, petty cake, sweet teeth I might have to leave you if you biting on this dick (yuh) Hop up in my lap, bitch Fuck all your besties I'm Mr. Fantastic cause my dick and money elastic, yeah Why don't you show me the bill Why don't ride on this dick, aye Why don't you show me the bill Why don't ride on this dick, aye Count up the guala, I'm rocking designer Your bitch in a diner, she be lookin finer I'm fuckin ya bitch, Interior designer I'm rocking the niner, shoot you with a lighter You not gon do shit bitch you not a fighter My head getting lighter cuz shits getting brighter I flash out the whip, she a beaut she a stunner You rocking with me bitch cuz I'm not no gunna A clip on the hip with no extendo grip Put yo face on a t-shirt cuz that boy a bitch And he not no preacher cuz bitch was a snitch (Bitch was a snitch, yeah) Count up the guala (whoa), I'm rocking designer Your bitch in a diner, she be lookin finer I'm fuckin ya bitch, Interior designer I'm rocking the niner, shoot you with a lighter You not gon do shit bitch, you not a fighter I pack up the nine and I pack up the plaque This not that funny shit if you not with the click You're not gonna do shit bitch, you're not a fighter My head getting lighter cuz shits getting brighter I flash out the whip, she a beaut she a stunner You rocking with me bitch cuz I'm not no gunna A clip on the hip with no extendo grip Put yo face on a t-shirt cuz that boy a bitch And he not no preacher cuz bitch was a snitch