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You wanna see what that grip do? These hollows'll split you I make moves, they follow I pop out and come get you All black in that v Got 30 shots in my seat And 30 more in my jeans Run up on you, make a scene (Look at my wrist when I'm shooting a swish) Why he talking like he know me? Maybe you'll know better Run down for this money Cause Ima get to that cheddar Fuck nigga can't hold me And my momma told me "Don't let 'em" Better run, run, run, run Cause I be counting this cheddar Fuck nigga can't hold me Fuck nigga can't hold me Fuck nigga can't hold me Fuck nigga can't hold me Fuck nigga can't hold me They know how we rock They know what we do Got me feeling like self "Better make some room" This that hot shit This that op shit Every heat that I'm on Tell them drop this On some new shit I don't need help (Skurt Skurt Skurt Skurtt) Put on your seat belt Tryna come through girl Come see me first Bitch shut the fuck up You get on my nerves This a movie, I might go Got 2 shooters named psycho Kill shit, yeah I might though Niggas hanging bodies from the light pole Fuck cops, we don't like those Niggas spinning through with the nitro [?] just to hydro I get high everywhere that I go Flexing You know that I'm flexing But you keep on watching my pockets You're running up on me The 30 is on me and you know that I'm gonna cock it Broke niggas don't got logic I done came up out the bottom Niggas think we're so pussy I remember where I started Why he talking like he know me? Maybe you'll know better Run down for this money Cause Ima get to that cheddar Fuck nigga can't hold me And my momma told me "Don't let 'em" Better run, run, run, run Cause I be counting this cheddar Fuck nigga can't hold me Fuck nigga can't hold me Fuck nigga can't hold me Fuck nigga can't hold me Fuck nigga can't hold me
Writer(s): Rachel Diane Farley, Matthew Fleener Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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