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Look, wait-wait-wait look, look, ayy, ayy (MC, make another hit) on bro Project X Ayy, look, ayy, hold on, look, wait, huh She throwin' them hips, shit bouncin' I'm tryna dive in that water, fountain Know I'm the bandman, money, I'm countin' I got a freak bitch, she tryna mouth shit Wait, knowin' I'm bangin' that south shit She tryna neck up, I call her mouth bitch Grabbin' her neck while I'm beatin' her pouch in Tell lil' bro, "Stop goin' for clout shit," ayy I'm in the party, I'm geeked up, wait She in the back, tryna eat up, damn I'm in the lounge and my feet up Niggas mad 'cause they bitch wanna see us, ayy Bro pass me the blunt, get bussing Hit from the back, leg up she fussing Went on a race to the bag, shit runnin' Niggas mad, turned somethin' to nothin' (on bro) Wait, I got new checks, came from shit, I do flex Shoutout to my lil' bro BBG, know him and Doo next I told my big brodie, "Chill wit' spinnin'", he should do less Lil' bro, he gon bring that shit right home in a new 'Vette, ayy She throwin' them hips, shit bouncin' I'm tryna dive in that water, fountain Know I'm the bandman, money, I'm countin' I got a freak bitch, she tryna mouth shit Wait, knowin' I'm bangin' that south shit She tryna neck up, I call her mouth bitch Grabbin' her neck while I'm beatin' her pouch in Tell lil' bro, "Stop goin' for clout shit," ayy What? Huh, tell lil' bro stop what? What? Tell lil' bro stop, ayy, what? Tell lil' bro like, look, wait Tell lil' bro stop goin' for clout Have lil' bro'nem go in ya' house He stayy dickridin', name in his mouth He stayy dickridin', wait, wait Ta-ta, ta-ta-ta, that bitch is a bop-bop-bop Bro, he throw like, "Fa-fa-fa" He hit you in your top-top-top Lil' bro, what you bangin'? Where you from? Can't find your blo-blo-block, ayy Lil' bro he was dissin' 'til he seen me he was sh-, look What? Lil' brodie ain't know I had big shit Bro tryna slide and he try hit shit Bro tryna tap that body, hitstick Don't got a V, huh, ripstick, wait What's in her bag? Lipstick, sike Bitch, that's X Wesson I know some niggas that's prayyin' on my downfall, lil' bitch keep wishin', ayy She throwin' them hips, shit bouncin' I'm tryna dive in that water, fountain Know I'm the bandman, money, I'm countin' I got a freak bitch, she tryna mouth shit Wait, knowin' I'm bangin' that south shit She tryna neck up, I call her mouth bitch Grabbin' her neck while I'm beatin' her pouch in Tell lil' bro, "Stop goin' for clout shit," ayy If fame gotta change and she's off the slop, you can keep the bitch Walk down in Christian Lou's on the opps, I'm on some demon shit Stake out the house, I'm out back, I'm really on some creepin' shit Layy him down, he couldn't even get up, we oversleepin' bitch Hop out the car, I'ma do my diddy Bop out the Glock, bullets stop his livin' One shot had to stop him from dissin' Two shots, left his pamper pissin' Three shots, left a stain, he shitted Four shots, now his brains missin', ayy We know he could take those, four shots out the Draco She throwin' them hips, shit bouncin' I'm tryna dive in that water, fountain Know I'm the bandman, money, I'm countin' I got a freak bitch, she tryna mouth shit Wait, knowin' I'm bangin' that south shit She tryna neck up, I call her mouth bitch Grabbin' her neck while I'm beatin' her pouch in Tell lil' bro, "Stop goin' for clout shit," ayy Ayy, on bro, on bro, on bro, on bro Ayy, what, what let me dive in that, what Ayy, ayy, let me dive in that, what Ayy, ayy, let me dive in that, what Dive in that, ayy, on bro Look, on bro, on bro, on, ayy
Writer(s): Siril Pettus, Bryson Lashun Potts, Mohamed Camara Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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