Cartel

I don't want a fraternity I want a cartel
Got my blade stuffed up in my pocket like an incel
I just hit the biggest fucking lick worth like three bands
I just fucked the shit up out this bitch she doing hand stands

What's up with these hoes all up on my fucking dick
Swear to god I fuck these hoes but they make a nigga sick
Best believe that I'm a pimp bitch I'm walking with a limp
Man These hoes can't get a sip or a pass or a tip
Bitch I'm zoning on these hoes kiss that bitch right on the lip
They dont know I got the bag cause a nigga broke his whip
They dont need to know my bag bitch I'm moving like a spy
Everytime I close my eyes I think I'm falling through the sky

Too many hoes for a nigga to maintain
Too many woes make a nigga blow his brain
Hot boy summer for a nigga everyday
Drip God these hoes know a nigga know his way
At Mississippi State I learned that money for the birds
Anyone can get it get a bag and go and splurge it
Never trust these hoes they gone set a nigga up
I could never trust these hoes I don't even wanna fuck



Credits
Writer(s): Rokyron Ashford
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