sons Lyrics

I feel like the only one, I think it's me and my gun, I might run off on the plug

he came to the hood and got plucked

She came to my trap and got fucked

I can't let you in, I won't budge

Bad bitch and she squirt on my stuff

Rolla three point five in the wood

Put some Akorn up in my crush

Think about jugging like my crush

I got fucked up by my first love

I Can't fuck no hoe without glove

Im in her face like blush, I just found the opps like yeah

I feel like the dad, they my sons

I feel like the dad, they my sons

Sons, sons, sons, yeah

Sons, sons, sons, yeah

Sons, sons, sons, yeah

Sons, sons, sons, yeah

I know that they all my sons, So much pounds, weigh a ton

A-R-P make him run, I know that's not what you want bitch

She just wants saint laurent shit, Step outside with that calm shit

Don't ask why I'm nodding, I'm off it

3 bands up in the closet

Bitch, Imma ball like Jordan, I was in the storm and was pouring

This bitch left me with no warning

I'm touching bands Im forming

Beat that pussy up no perform

Beat that pussy up like a accordion

Nemean Marcus know what store i'm in

In that hell cat know that i'm flooring it

Where my glock at know that i'm storing it