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($upreme, you're a bitch) We bringin' smoke to yo' home (paow) That boy standin' still like a gnome (ayy, tsaha) My bitch countin' racks (pew), I hit from the back (pew) She leave smellin' like my cologne (ayy, ayy, yeah, ayy) Get money and stacks, and that's facts (yeah) Got a new bitch, she bad (ayy, sheesh) I'm in a new whip, it's a Jag' (skrrt, skrrt) And we fuck with no opps, and we hit 'em like tag (ayy, ayy, yeah, ayy) We bringin' smoke to yo' home (paow) That boy standin' still like a gnome (tsaha) My bitch countin' racks (pew), I hit from the back (pew) She leave smellin' like my cologne (damn) Get money and stacks, and that's facts (yeah) Got a new bitch, she bad (sheesh) I'm in a new whip, it's a Jag' (skrrt, skrrt) And I fuck with no opps, and we hit 'em like tag (skrr, grr, paow) She wanna slop it and shop at Hot Topic I don't need no girl with no dad 'cause that's toxic (tsaha) I'm lucky I have it, diverse with the options She tryna be slick, but she wan' let me pop it (ayy, paow, paow, paow) New house, new crib, you broke, I'm rich (sh, sh) Might drift my Benz, my drive no keys Baby Keem, I be all up in the mosh pit (wait) All my shawties watch this (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) Do what I say, I be calling her a "Bop It" Yeah, I be all up in the mosh pit, bitch, just spent $10K, just check my fit One opp in the sky if he ever talk shit You wanna throw it down but you never use fists (ayy, ayy) These thots, they actin' up and they tryin' for hella fuckin' bands They comin' in cycles (yeah, yeah, yeah) Two, three thots, they backin', no Michael One, two shots, your head in my rifle (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) Yeah, talkin' two, three thots on my dick They tryna make the guap, but they can't, and they pissed (and they pissed, Goddamn) Makin' hits non-stop and they blast in the whip In the E45, goin' fast in the bitch (vroom) Goddamn, yeah, the opps movin' mad slow I'm big, you ain't grown, like a tadpole Check on the phone like "'Ello?" The telefone (yeah, 'ello) If you talkin' 'bout the .45s and the .9 ends I don't got none, but I got gang in the mist (grra) Threw in some more lies, no problem, I hit it from the back, she a bad-ass bitch Got a ho, she is busy tryna catch up Tryna count me on yo' addition, it don't add up (yeah, yeah) All these old hoes showin' mad love (yeah) When I'm in the venue, shawty back up (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) Goddamn We bringin' smoke to yo' home (paow) That boy standin' still like a gnome (ayy, tsaha) My bitch countin' racks (pew), I hit from the back (pew) She leave smellin' like my cologne (ayy, ayy, yeah, ayy) Get money and stacks, and that's facts (yeah) Got a new bitch, she bad (ayy, sheesh) I'm in a new whip, it's a Jag' (skrrt, skrrt) And we fuck with no opps, and we hit 'em like tag (ayy, ayy, yeah, ayy) We bringin' smoke to yo' home (paow) That boy standin' still like a gnome (tsaha) My bitch countin' racks (pew), I hit from the back (pew) She leave smellin' like my cologne (damn) Get money and stacks, and that's facts (yeah) Got a new bitch, she bad (sheesh) I'm in a new whip, it's a Jag' (skrrt, skrrt) And I fuck with no opps, and we hit 'em like tag (Skrr, grr, paow, skrr, grr, paow, skrr, grr, paow, skrr, grr, paow, skrr, grr, paow, skrr, grr, p-)
Writer(s): Toshifumi Hinata, Luke Winther, Gabriele Albade, Letoaalii Hughes Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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