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(808 my crew) Ayy, what's poppin' B? (What's up?) I see you watching me (I see) Whole clip strapped, but I still got that Glock on me They pay me guap just to rock on the beat (rack) Bitch I've been up like a week (geeked) Might take me a nap and I'll still catch a play in my sleep (mhm) Pull up in a SRT Leaving my hood catch a J-E-T Ayy, what's poppin' B? (What's up?) I see you watching me (I see watch) Whole clip strapped, but I still got that Glock on me They pay me guap just to rock on the beat Bitch I've been up like a week (geeked) Might take me a nap and I'll still catch a play in my sleep Pull up in a SRT Leaving my hood catch a J-E-T I got the recipe (okay) My diamonds water like jet ski (yes) She tryna' suck me and sex me (what?) Leave 'em on read when she text me (ha) I'm a real zone six young nigga better know I got me a hoe on Hellcat geeked up special Nobody can catch it Ain't get to the money? Just shut up Shut that shit better (stop) Only go to the bank when I make a deposit They told me, "Stay down and get it" I got it Backwood filled with biscotti As soon as you try me you dying (yeah) Top flow having that Nicki Minaj Hot bitch ate my dick like a molly Shooters they standing right behind me Don't go back and forth they don't working on no diamonds Ayy, what's poppin' B? (What's up?) I see you watching me (I see) Whole clip strapped, but I still got that Glock on me They pay me guap just to rock on the beat (rack) Bitch I've been up like a week (geeked) Might take me a nap and I'll still catch a play in my sleep (mhm) Pull up in a SRT Leaving my hood catch a J-E-T Ayy, what's poppin' B? (What's up?) I see you watching me (I see watch) Whole clip strapped, but I still got that Glock on me They pay me guap just to rock on the beat Bitch I've been up like a week (geeked) Might take me a nap and I'll still catch a play in my sleep Pull up in a SRT Leaving my hood catch a J-E-T Came a long way from that EBT Bitch all over my dick like TMZ Still don't want fire niggas know where I be Still in my bag ayy, let me call YV Beat that truck down Lay lie lee I got 'em racks, geesh Alexander McQueen on my feet None of my cars need a goddamn key If I didn't get a set where would I be I don't know, probably on the front street (yup) Or probably be serving your auntie Just might catch me a jet out the country Neck full of carats and shit like a bunny Nigga just started the shit I've been done here Stay down look at the star I'm becoming If you ain't going harder than hard then you ain't worth nothing (on God) Ayy, what's poppin' B? (What's up?) I see you watching me (I see) Whole clip strapped, but I still got that Glock on me They pay me guap just to rock on the beat (rack) Bitch I've been up like a week (geeked) Might take me a nap and I'll still catch a play in my sleep (mhm) Pull up in a SRT Leaving my hood catch a J-E-T Ayy, what's poppin' B? (What's up?) I see you watching me (I see watch) Whole clip strapped, but I still got that Glock on me They pay me guap just to rock on the beat Bitch I've been up like a week (geeked) Might take me a nap and I'll still catch a play in my sleep Pull up in a SRT Leaving my hood catch a J-E-T
Writer(s): Chandler Tevas Ingram, Jamal Braud, Kedrick Isaiah Cannady Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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