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Lyrics of Insurance by Bundles FVG
Skundino took like two but I know bro gon ball again
Lil homie got insurance I bet no one round me fall again
My bitch got endurance fuck her good she tug my drawers again
You could have yo bitch back boy bet not talk out yo jaw again
Dropped a deuce this morning I just need some z′s
Exotic zaza slammed I roll my woods in two's and three′s
Lil hoe been on my back if she unhappy bitch then leave
And if not get on yo knees and make it sloppy with no teeth
Just cashed out on some glocks the chopper stay inside the spot
Steppers litty in my city our shit bubble like the pot
He get fifty to his tizzy catch him strolling down that block
I'm like Drizzy with them bops my hotline crazy shit won't stop
Dat nigga think he raw compared to me but I think not
All my dawgs gon break da laws don′t give no fucks about the cops
Dat bitch gon line em all I love working shit wit thots
I free da steppers behind walls no cap to yall I miss a lot
Catch me smoking ona opps asap fast we bend that block
Im too raw for little niggas one faceshot a make him drop
Im jaymarket with that product pussy ima beat the blocc
He was Teflon till we bent em up dat forty tucked his top
No blue and white come in my rearview nigga this a foreign
We been on dat car stomping hopping out exploding
Said he got a beef with me I do not think he can afford it
We buy guns like we buy forces I hear voices like im orton
Tongue out every time I score eyes squinted tryna scorch em floating
They called me the goat get to bangin like im Jordan
Coach em teach em how to blow get dat gangsta shit in motion
Birthday cake around my za what im blowin always potent
Boppin steppin rollin im the champ around here
You must be like us to live the greedy camps around here
And bitch cant wait to get with me could tell by how she staring
B4 the functions ina mirror with her bitches fixing hair
Ima real life stepper wit hoes like hefner
Bankcodes like the teller fuck dat money up we dead em
Ima real life stepper wit hoes like hefner
Bankcodes like the teller fuck dat money up we dead em
Boppin steppin rollin im the champ around here
You must be like us to live the greedy camps around here
And that hoe cant wait to get with me could tell by how she staring
Before the functions ina mirror with her bitches fixing hair
Skundino took like two but I know bro gon ball again
Lil homie got insurance I bet no one round me fall again
My bitch got endurance fuck her good, she tug my drawers again
You could have yo hoe back boy bet not talk out yo jaw again
Dropped a deuce this morning I just need some z′s
Exotic zaza slammed I roll my woods in two's and three′s
Lil hoe been on my back if she unhappy, bitch then leave
And if not get on yo knees and make it sloppy with no teeth
Just cashed out on some glocks the chopper stay inside the spot
Steppers litty in my city our shit bubble like the pot
He get fifty to his tizzy catch him strolling down that block
I'm like Drizzy with them bops my hotline crazy shit won′t stop
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Writer(s): Sadiq Griggs
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