Lyrics

(Great John on the beat by the way) Young, Young Pull up on 'em with the biggest gat and make his body twitch Don't give a fuck about no feelings, nigga, I demolish shit I got shooters that love gettin' money while we poppin' shit Expensive bottles' what we poppin' nigga, pussy poppin' quick We're makin' movies when we runnin' down, this ain't no actin', nigga Got some scammers that be gettin' money, but will clap a nigga Claim it's war, then we pull up on you like, "What happen, nigga?" You would think a nigga racist from the way we blastin' niggas I be ridin' round with ten on me, like it's my favorite number Shorty think I hit the lotto, so she suck me in the Hummer Said she like the way I grab her up and beat it like no other She attracted to my money and the way that I be stuntin' Got tired of the green, started stackin' up the hunnids Shorty know she Benadryl, I be fuckin' up her stomach Once a nigga pop a pill, I be in it 'til the morning She gon' suck a nigga up while a nigga start to yawnin', ah Lil' pussy nigga, don't wanna get wiggity-wacked Clickety-clack, wrapped up in that piggity-pack Like what up, huh? Don't liggity-lack, 'cause my shooters don't give no chances, that's a figgety-fact We on demon timin', lil' nigga, what you wanna do? Givin' lessons straight to these niggas, post in front of school You could die lil' nigga, watch who you talkin' to Realize lil' nigga, I only walk with goons We on some other shit, ride 'round with a hundred grips Got a hundred niggas strapped up, that's a hundred clips They on some other shit, big booties all around the clique Act like boujee bitches, but fuck on some other shit And we be wilin' out, if I call the dogs, they spazzin' out You was talkin' all that shit, but like what happened now? You passin' out, you was talkin', you was rattin' out If you talkin' like you with it, boy, be chattin' now Pull up on 'em with the biggest gat and make his body twitch Don't give a fuck about no feelings, nigga, I demolish shit I got shooters that love gettin' money while we poppin' shit Expensive bottles what we poppin', nigga, pussy poppin' quick We're makin' movies when we runnin' down, this ain't no actin', nigga Got some scammers that be gettin' money, but will clap a nigga Claim it's war, then we pull up on you like, "What happen, nigga?" You would think a nigga racist from the way we blastin' niggas Boom, boom, boom, boom Fross
Writer(s): Karel Jorge, Johnathan Scott, Elijah Marcel Quamina Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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