CAPA/TRACKLIST

Letra : MODEL*

Gabe, you're so wavy

My b*t*h so bad, she a model
I just walked out the bank
I got some bullet, it's hollow
Now they wan' put some respect on my name
Back then I ain't got a thing
You bad but you can't get a ring
My money counter it go, "Bing"
I love expensive things

I put the percs in the lean
I got a chopper but no NLE
I got some n***as that look up to me
He want a verse, well, I'm taxing a fee
I'm not from the trap but I'm still in the streets
Well you throwing shades, we [?]
Bullets hit him in his teeth, and I got a hoe, she for me

And she said shе ride it for me
I hit the kitty, shе said I'm a freak
Them bullets, they hit you, I promise you'll bleed
I get my knot then I tell her to leave
And now she make me feel ugly
I'm leaving that hoe in the rain
I was the one that was causing the pain
Ok, I see they really want problem
Told 'em my brother, you can't get a dollar
And my granny died, I'm feeling the sorrow
All in my life like I'm dyin' tomorrow
And bad, bad man makin' the scene
Cash, cash man, countin' the green
I got purple, green, b*t*h I got clean
More than a guts, I'm making her scream
Ha, it's getting hotter
I feel like switch, Imma sip out the bottle
And I want yo' hoe, she built like a model
And that n***a Kap, you can't never stop him
Beat box, man, I spot him, I got him
I catch a pu**y, I promise I sock her
Big bankroll , all in my pockets
Forever on me young, Andy Milonakis
My b*t*h so bad, she a model
I just walked out the bank
I got some bullet, it's hollow
Now they wan' put some respect on my name
Back then I ain't got a thing
You bad but you can't get a ring
My money counter it go, "Bing"
I love expensive things (Ok)

My b*t*h so bad, she a model
I just walked out the bank (I just walked out the bank)
I got some bullet, it's hollow
Now they wan' put some respect on my name (Put some respect on my name)
Back then I ain't got a thing
You bad but you can't get a ring
My money counter it go, "Bing"
I love expensive things (Ok)

I put the percs in the lean
I got a chopper but no NLE
I got some n***as that look up to me
He want a verse, well, I'm taxing a fee
I'm not from the trap but I'm still in the streets
Well you throwing shades, we [?]
Bullets hit him in his teeth, and I got a hoe, she for me