Lyrics

Yeah, ayy Okay Beep beep, turn up the show, brrt, go Look Back up, racks up Listen, gang Big boss, big moves, ayy, big table Big guap, big paycheck, ayy, big label, ayy Big cups, big syrup, ayy, not maple Wake up, get fresh (Fresh, fresh) Chase paper (That's ice) Two bitches love me, ayy, they freaks (Hah) One bitch, two Glocks, ayy, three deep, ayy New ice, new bling (Ice, ice, ice), VV's (VV) Your nigga eat me, I'm treats (Yeah) Yeah, we gang (Ayy) Got shooters, they goin' insane Rockin' with Molly, she pass me that thing I still be in the hood with them niggas that bang Ayy, play with these hoes Like some keys on pianos Pull up them Dracos and sing like sopranos Whole lot of bullets, a whole lot of ammo Kick back and let go and that thing going blam-o Yeah, go Bring out them racks and Get robbed in the store Smoked all the pack, had to tell 'em bring more If you ain't from Texas, you takin' our flow Book 'em a flight then we shoot up the show Ah, we not playin', ayy Thirty round Draco kick back Ah, get to sprayin' Big boss, big moves, ayy, big table Big guap, big paycheck, ayy, big label, ayy Big cups, big syrup, ayy, not maple Wake up, get fresh (Fresh, fresh) Chase paper (That's ice) Go, yeah Yeah, aim, yeah Go
Writer(s): Unknown Writer, Jonathan Martinez, Marissa White, Brooklyn Bolden Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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