Lyrics

Mmmmm Mmmm Mmm Yeah, yeah, yeah I just met a bad bitch She bad to the bone Yeah you know when I slide to the crib, it's gon hit his dome Trust me, I'm never at the crib, yeah home alone Sometimes I might rock Rick Owens with that Chrome Told that bitch, too slide to the crib cuz I need that becky' Yeah you know I need all that guala, yeah you know a young nigga need fetti' I be dripped up in that Gucci, Off- White, and that Fendi Yeah Sometimes you might see me in Balenci, but that's how I step I don't give a fuck, choppa came with .223's it's gon rip through his vest Fuck it, might hit that boy in the head Fuck it, yeah we knock off his dreads Cut that boy legs Hit that boy in his chest Fuck it, hit em in the spleen Yeah I just copped me a pint Yeah I'm finna pour me some lean Yeah you know I get this guala Dripped up in that Prada She a little Prada Devil But I don't really give no fucks Cuz we could go to hell together Yeah Baby we are real demons I'm some like from the Nether Yeah
Writer(s): Gil Vazquez Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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