Courvoisier

I don’t like molly, don’t like no percocets, I’d rather smoke one
My ex think that I’m comin' back, I told him boy you so dumb
I call you little bitch, but nga you a whole one (bitch)
Whole one (bitch)
Ho (bitch)
Ho wait (bitch)
Give me the Courvoisier, bitch
Put it in my cup, bitch
Why you tryna front, bitch
I be in my bag, yeah
I heard you used to be poppin', you gonna win, no set
And my ngas keep that ammo like Its Baghdad
And I feel like Dr. Phil in my bag bag
You don’t know how to treat women, had a bad dad
I don’t really like these ngas, man I’m mad mad
Where this money comin' in me, I’m like God damn
Had to give my shit up to a nga who ain’t had his licks up
Taught a nga how to trap and now he taught his bitch, yeah
I don’t really get this shit, my nga, I’m too lit yeah
Gucci on my face and on waist and on his dick, yeah
How you tryna play a bitch, you playin' like the Knicks yeah
She think I’m a lesbian the way she meet my fist, yeah
I can’t stop until I got a house up on my wrist, yeah
I saw you a fool but I would rather pull the lip yeah
Pass, the Courvoisier, bitch
Put it in my cup, bitch
Why you tryna front, bitch
I be in my bag, yeah
I heard you used to be poppin', you gonna win, no set
And my ngas keep that ammo like Its Baghdad
And I feel like Dr. Phil in my bag bag
You don’t know how to treat women, had a bad dad
I don’t really like these ngas, man I’m mad mad
(I like ngas who don’t ask to hit my blunt)
(I do)