E-CLASS
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(Oh shit this is about to be crazy bruh)
Hopping on the whip counting four, five, six
I'm gettin fucking rich on the fly, like shit
Pussy boy wanna fight, but he higher than a kite
We gon fuck him up then dip, he a cunt no lie
I don't got the fucking time, moving way too fast
Swerving through your block, got a hundred on the dash
Her mans talking smack, but I'm acting fucking rash
Ima take your bitch and Ima go and fuck her from the back
Like aye, shooting at his feet make him dance like Dunham
We gon pick a fight, throw hands, we ain't fronting
We gon take his thot, pick a side, and fuck em
He ain't ready for the blick, leave his ass running
Like huh, he ain't want the smoke, shit
Like huh, we leave his ass broke, shit
Like huh, he a fucking joke, shit
Little boy, step up, fore we drop your ass and take flicks
Girls wanna play around, I can play too
Say what you want, but I ain't trusting you
Bent that ass over, thotty gave me a good view
I'm a lover boy, so I have to see it through
Like damn, woah, move out my way
These bitches on my nerves like, give me a break
Making 6 figures and your girl call me babe
If she wanna fuck with me I tell her fuck the fame
Hopping on the rolls, Ima cop another Roley
New whip, E-class, bitch don't move it slowly
I'm a fucking madman, way I get it solely
Throw that fat ass back, got her saying holy
Like damn, shit pussy boy out my face
Shit I catch another case
For another fucking race
Bitch you better go and brace
Cuz I'm fucking out her brain
No cap I'm saying, no cap I'm saying like
Hopping on the whip counting four, five, six
I'm gettin fucking rich on the fly, like shit
Pussy boy wanna fight, but he higher than a kite
We gon fuck him up then dip, he a cunt no lie
I don't got the fucking time, moving way too fast
Swerving through your block, got a hundred on the dash
Her mans talking smack, but I'm acting fucking rash
Ima take your bitch and Ima go and fuck her from the back
Like aye, shooting at his feet make him dance like Dunham
We gon pick a fight, throw hands, we ain't fronting
We gon take his thot, pick a side, and fuck em
He ain't ready for the blick, leave his ass running
Like huh, he ain't want the smoke, shit
Like huh, we leave his ass broke, shit
Like huh, he a fucking joke, shit
Little boy, step up, fore we drop your ass and take flicks