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Say, you see that nigga in the cut, yeah him right there Aye watch him, he keep lookin' over here Bae, bae, they must be thinkin' we won't rock out Soon as them niggas pop out, I'm bound to let some shots out We pull up I'ma jump out, he run I blow his shit off In front that house keep actin' like you raw, you can't live off (bitch) 400 grand, I buy a lamb and chop the top off I'm tryna drop a block off, you play we blow the block off Want smoke? we gon' rock out, I'm a rich fuckin' dropout (yeah) Come out the window, swing that cut around and knock 'em all off That menace shit, that Fat Boy leanin' shit, watch how that draco get Home of the land, I'm talkin hunnid' bands, that's how you catch a bitch Bust his head, now I could tell you how to stretch a bitch Give you a test, now I can't tell you how to pass the shit I'm caught up in this flexin' shit, these niggas on that rappin' shit That 4, 0 that's that Cali' shit, now I be quick to clap a bitch Lil Ben, this that ratchet shit, that money I'ma stack the shit Now I can't smoke no weed but best believe I be on activist I'm reckless, I'ma walk up to that hoe and whip my cock out I bet that bitch she talk loud, cut up and I'ma shoot y'all I'm short and that hoe too tall, pussy tight she give me blue balls 3, 3 that's only one call, say they know me, I don't know ya'll (I don't know you bitch) Bae, they must be thinkin' we won't rock out Soon as them niggas pop out, I'm bound to let some shots out We pull up I'ma jump out, he run I blow his shit off In front that house keep actin' like you raw, you can't live off (bitch) 400 grand, I buy a lamb and chop the top off I'm tryna drop a block off, you play we blow the block off Want smoke? we gon' rock out, I'm a rich fuckin' dropout (yeah) Come out the window, swing that cut around and knock 'em all off Yeah bitch, 38 baby 2 I'm sayin' what it is, yeah, playin' we gon' step on you Slime, I'm straight out that north nigga I ain't never play 'round like that bitch ass nigga Draw to talk shit what you 'bout you better stand on that Bae, they must be thinkin' we won't rock out Soon as them niggas pop out, I'm bound to let some shots out We pull up I'ma jump out, he run I blow his shit off In front that house keep actin' like you raw, you can't live off Nigga, huh
Writer(s): Joseph Steele, Kentrell Gaulden, Tevin Revell Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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