Fake News

So, where you wanna go when we get to mayore
But get on guard when who’s with your gente
Game plan on point, oh we’re moving kilos
I’m changing styles, like you, pass the joint oh
Keep coming up, when we ain’t waiting for you
Sorry hun my visa, ain’t got no limits
Naught to 60 in 2.0
Motherfuckers running, ‘til you get caught Oh
Ballin, ‘Til your stalling
Oh they see you, but they shot you
Mamasita, Kept you mine
Thought you hit the jackpot, but you a crackpot
Lurking the ghetto, ain’t my motto
Get up off your game and aim for Stan
I’m that lil muma you’ve been searching to
Oh lock up, that’s it, thats what it came to
When we get on top, they see you, When we get on top of the world they see you,
Bitchs, see me roll, Bitches see me roll, Whn we get on top, they see you,
When we get on top of the world they see you, Bitches, see me roll, Bitches,
let’s go
We’re on drop top, Audie B be on top
I dropped the mic and I make you hit the spot
We ain’t cute, oh you heard the news
On the 212, So cool be good
My style shining through
Gangbang ahora, oh I curved you
Top of the world oh wished you was
Don’t be hating on me, bitch dropping beats
I let you breath, oh you hit the streets
You ain’t never seen a mama like this make you heat
So get in boo oh like callin' 911, so bitch, get yo crew
No time, white lies, they drove you off the rails
So heres your xanax, skurt skurt bitch you
Get yo shoes ain’t shining so, Get in bitch, that fashionova fit