Lirik

Ay Grr Yeah Yeah, Yeah, Yeah Bitch, Yeah, Yeah 808turnemup Came with a 50 on my hip, League crew shot We the ones servin' on the motherfuckin' blacktop We was on leek day all on the back block Big ass 30 on my hip, shit stand out I'm the one havin' that V8, Nascar Niggas, they wanna go race, crash out Tell if you trappin', you havin' them bands out See that bitch gettin' that money, her pants down Price was dirt cheap, damn near oregano Tito Tupac's lil' fucks you steppin' for Knowin' we gon' slide and hit a headband Knowin' we came in this bitch through the back door Know it was beef, what the fuck was that chat for Bitch, if we swingin', try knock off a cantaloupe Reason we call it a trap its a bando Limousine tint, no fishbowl energy Every single birthday, grab me some Hennessy Every single flip, bitch, I needed a 50 piece Glued to the trap, but you know this gon' stick with me Chargin' em double, I'm hittin' my gritty Put the beam on the neck, nigga, no hickey Hop out the fire, niggas like the manager Keep on shootin' this bitch, stamina Talkin' money to me, know your grammar I threw the tints on the bitch like a limousine I was a young nigga doin' them B&E's Havin' shit wrapped up like it's Reese's pieces Straight off the boat, now I'm havin' that fleet with me Talk about the step, bitch, you do that shit recently Ay, You do that shit recently? Ay, Almighty go round, this a go-hit shit This shit can go down, try hit the door down Straight outta Creekwater, you won't know where to be found Tell him to rebound, can't even breathe out Shoot up the body and make this shit bleed out Jump the car, run the nigga speed out Send all the stripper bitches to the geek house I'm on the Paul Masson gettin' leeked out Them niggas broke as hell, can't even breathe out Them niggas rat as hell, got the cheese out I'm with the honey combs having bees out I want a big yacht, knock the tree down Bitch, I'm a grip, bow, nigga, be out Slide past the gate, make a fuck nigga, reroute I brought the cake to the table, we eat out Ran this shit up, I won't going the cheap route Came with a 50 on my hip, League crew shot We the ones servin' on the motherfuckin' blacktop We was on leek day all on the back block Big ass 30 on my hip, shit stand out I'm the one havin' that V8, Nascar Niggas, they wanna go race, crash out Tell if you trappin', you havin' them bands out See that bitch gettin' that money, her pants down Came with a 50 on my hip, League crew shot We the ones servin' on the motherfuckin' blacktop We was on leek day all on the back block Big ass 30 on my hip, shit stand out I'm the one havin' that V8, Nascar Niggas, they wanna go race, crash out Tell if you trappin', you havin' them bands out See that bitch gettin' that money, her pants down
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