Lyrics

(Caught up in your surprise though, this beat go hard) Cash gang Key Ayy, sometimes when I be out (talk to 'em) and I walk past niggas I wonder how it feel to be a soft ass nigga Y'all stay catching bullets, Randy Moss ass niggas Ole Plankton tryna steal niggas sauce ass niggas A couple niggas I don't like Just know it's over when I see dawg Crazy she gon' take her panties off for the free ball Been punching I'm down In Seattle with the Seahawks Free Bang, my young boy locked like he deep dawg Need a car that's like me, I'm finna go and get a demon Kel tech on me, this bitch chunky like it's Keenan Yo' dog will never bite you that's as long as you feed him Knew I was finna blew This bitches had me sign they cleavage, nigga All my opps in a box lil' Caesars All theses hoes get is cock, you feed her Bro got the rocket in the corner he the reason I always had head pick me up, 'cause he'll leave you The hoes I fucked who had a nigga, I hate y'all Bitch get home before that nigga catch you. baseball I don't want yo' slut I just play that bitch a eight ball You know my game lit when I can fuck a bitch off they song Chase a bitch? I don't even chase my liquor, huh Speaking of chasing that's yo' bae? Bitch DM me (get with me) Don't need yo' card we can make this paper iin minutes (swear to God) And you bet' not be a ham or you finished Lame city need some pape' shit it's some work around Theses hoes love acting boujee to a park around I'm not finna fuck you from the front Bitch turn around! Murk gon' perform off that Perc' call it rolling loud I'll slide down brace and leave all y'all hit I'm the shooter and the driver on my ball hog shit If Sticks passing out shots he getting all y'all hit Dick had her sitting side ways I ain't Paul Walker, bitch
Writer(s): Brian Willis, Kareem Johnson Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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