Lyrics

[Intro] (Oh my God, it's Fimiguerrero) (Eyes on that, Pluto) [Chorus] She wan' be mine, I know why She wanna fuck a broke guy Be the best or be no lie He want me [?] to slide Talkin' that shit, you gon' die Talkin' that shit, don't waste your life I got beats at number-nine I wish that beat they be look at I'm on that big, dumb shit I'm on that big, dumb shit I be checkin' on the bitch Me and my panda gon' get rich I'm on that big, dumb shit I'm on that big, dumb shit Yeah, my shooters got me Make her pussy runny [Verse] I said what? "[Nyx?] ain't a broke fam, what?" Can't relate, yeah 'Nough food on the plate, yeah No time for conversations I got the Jamaican My shooter hunt your fate, yeah Inshallah, we make it I used to fight way back, Bruce Lee Niggas talkin' shit like they know Blee My brother got the Glock and they come my way to be They can't talk that shit to me Designer [?]'s poppin' me Yeah, that phone's a part of me I barely got the [?] [?], I know why Keepin' a buck, a broke guy [Chorus] Be the best or be no lie They want me-me, now it's time to slide Talkin' that shit, you gon' die Talkin' that shit, don't waste your life I got beats at number-nine I wish that beat they be look at I'm on that big, dumb shit I'm on that big, dumb shit I be checkin' on the bitch Me and my panda gon' get rich I'm on that big, dumb shit I'm on that big, dumb shit Yeah, my shooters got me Make her pussy runny