Songteksten

Ayy Yeah, yeah Let me snap off the rip (Ayy) I done got back in my bag (Bag) I just be stackin' my chips (Turn up) I'm tryna roll up while I drive I'm gon' end up crashin' the whip (Ayy) She like to cut up when she ride (Ride) We gon' end up havin' some kids(Uh) I'm gon' end up spazzin' again I fucked her once and I had her again (Yeah) And my shit so hard when I freestyle No need in havin' a pen I live it, I don't need to write it (Huh, yuh) So don't even try it I'm havin' a drink on the plane (Plane) I sit at the front like the pilot (Huh) I know that little ho, that's your main (Main) I'ma fuck her and run up her mileage (Ha) She keep tryna suck on the dick (Why?) 'Cause I drip like a motherfuckin' stylist And I just got a DM from your best friend And you mad, I know, yeah, you mad, I know, yeah I just got a DM from your best friend And you mad, I know, yeah, you mad, I know, yeah I just got a DM from your best friend And you mad, I know, yeah, you mad, I know, yeah I just got a DM from your best friend And you mad, I know, yeah, you mad, I know, yeah (Ha)
Writer(s): Jonathan Lyndale Kirk, Ross Joseph Portaro Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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