40onmywaist (Bonus)

Lyrics

[Intro] Yo, yo, yo, this Ways, and you fuckin' with Team Rem (dreamnote) Yeah, yeah [Verse] Forty on my waist, and I let that bitch go (Go) Uh, fuckin' on yo' bitch, I take her in my home Getting all this cash, lil' bitch, I like the dough Feds at the front, please don't open the door, door She said, that my heart's too cold, like no Bitch you trippin', that's on bro (Bro), woah She wanna wear like all my clothes (Woah), no Gettin money, I'ma- oh I'm fuckin' on yo thot, and you gon' cry I don't read no books, I'd rather die I don't fuck no bitches, that be nice I don't even wanna fuck with that bitch, she not my type On the real though, ayy, on the real though She think she my Lilo I just wanna smoke that kilo', bitch Ballin' like I'm Deebo That bitch smell like B.O Whole gang movin' bricks, I think we might just catch a RICO, ayy Got my bitch wet, got yo' bitch wet, grab yo' bitch, by the neck 'Cause she like it You a fucking lame, yeah you a sidekick, woah [Outro] Yo, yo, yo, this Ways, and you fuckin' with Team Rem (dreamnote)