So Sad Lyrics - Warhol.ss

[Hook: Warhol] 

I can't give no fuck 'bout no bitch, I can't go outside 

They gon' throw a fit, 'bout that bitch, she forever mine 

Fifteen on my wrist, wit' the Bent, boy gon' double dash 

YSL my fit, Nike kicks, I count double cash 

I can't give no fuck 'bout no bitch, I can't go outside 

They gon' throw a fit, 'bout that bitch, she forever mine 

Fifteen on my wrist, wit' the Bent, boy gon' double dash 

YSL my fit, Nike kicks, I count double cash 

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[Verse: Dex & Warhol] 

I don't give no fucks 'bout yo bitch, he gon' bawl and cry 

.40 wit' the drum, extra stick, he can't go outside 

Eighty on my wrist, sippin' lean, shit I'm extra tired 

Ha, that's your bitch she bi, ha off them pills I'm high 

And I don't know why, niggas be hatin' they bitchin' 

Pullin' out all of yo extensions, hit from the back and she flinchin' 

Warhol love the cake, I just might dirty the kitchen 

See that little nigga be sayin' it, Warhol be stuntin' this way 

Send in my shooters he missin', five bitches yeah I'm poppin' 

Don't gotta talk just listen, I used to whip in the kitchen 

Got Givenchy all up on my tag, ha 

Call up Warhol fuck your sister got these niggas mad 

All this shit so simple, pop a nigga like a pimple 

Bad hoe wit' the dimples, fuck that hoe til' she crippled 

Walked in wit' the gang wit' me and we all strapped wit' the missiles 

Two Tec's I got bad rep better not test so we eager 

Five hoes doin' coke whole time these bitches really simple 

She wanna suck on my missiles, now I have to ride for my woe 

Nah nigga you can't hang wit' me, smokin' the Woods no pencil 

Hop in the foreign, no rental, coppin' the wave I knew you were mental 

Bag it, bag it up, I get that money and add it up 

Camel toe, she ain't bad enough, we can not diss her wit' it no taxin' us 

Aye, pull up and pass, eatin' that chicken Gladys 

Aye, headed to Roscoe's, suckin' yo bitch she the badest 

Ooh, I don't want your bitch, she so slick, she gon' go inside 

Run into a bag, you so mad, you so extra mad 

Pop up and I'm glad, hunnid' thousand right up on my tag 

Ha, Goyard on my bag, got these boys so extra mad 

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[Hook: Warhol] 

I can't give no fuck 'bout no bitch, I can't go outside 

They gon' throw a fit, 'bout that bitch, she forever mine 

Fifteen on my wrist, wit' the Bent, boy gon' double dash 

YSL my fit, Nike kicks, I count double cash 

I can't give no fuck 'bout no bitch, I can't go outside 

They gon' throw a fit, 'bout that bitch, she forever mine 

Fifteen on my wrist, wit' the Bent, boy gon' double dash 

YSL my fit, Nike kicks, I count double cash 

[Outro: Warhol] 

Yeah ooh, aye whoa 

We gon' double dash, aye whoa 

Speed up we don't crash, aye whoa 

Know he count that bag, aye whoa 

Why that boy so sad