Victoria's Secret

Yeah I'm in Victoria Secret bitch I'm going off. Going off. Yeah myself a fragrance, bought my bitch A thong. She ran into her ex, she crying Baby it was wrong. Me and Craze we hitting chops off the fucking Bong. I think she just wanna drink wine and Leave me 'lone. Yeah she keep on hitting me up, I get Another phone. If they try to fuck me up I get another chrome. Yeah double down, glossy eyes my eyes roll wrong. Yeah fifty drum let it dung yeah they run. Yeah she silly dumb won't let her fuck, won't Let her run. Stuck up in the trap we can't fucking run. Stuck up in the trap, where the fuck my Gun? They like why can't we be cool, Boy you fucking up. Yeah pull up with the steel and another gun. I can't fuck with niggas cause you niggas suck. Pass the bitch the dung to have her pull Me up. Bitch we sip the dung and another Yarn. Yeah my nigga bought the fucking fifty drum. And I'm on my grind I got street dreams. Forty popper put her down, nigga sweet dreams. Yeah this bitch a clown she can't eat me. I ain't mil back in the day you was Eating a Fruit by the Foot. Yeah I'm in Victoria Secret bitch I'm going off. Going bought myself a fragrance, bought my bitch a Thong. She ran into her ex, she crying baby It was wrong. Me and Craze we hitting chops Off a fucking Bong