Lyrics

Mmmmmm Yea yea, Yea, yea Backwood imported I'm jocing my shorty I just bought a foreign I'm feelin important (Skrt) I profile a house but I ain't pay the mortgage I tried to flip shorty but she wasn't for it I burn in the morning I'm rollin a forest I treat the grower just like he a store (Yup) The ticket get better the more you go north She think I'm a god but no I ain't Norse (Uh) Defense (Ooh) Big choppas on me for defense (Pew) Nigga might ruin your whole weekend (Weekend) Got a bad bitch get to freakin' (Freak) Mmm-yeah (Yeah, yeah) Servin a nigga like soup kitchen (Do) I'll pull up with the roof missing (Ooh) I'll pull up with your boo missing (Boo) yea (Ooh) Bae just want taste it, cause I got this paper She like when I'm up but I like when she naked These niggas play with me I go get my laser I'm rapping on beat but I still like blue faces Mm-you know you tapped in if your plug is Asian I told her bring friends, this shit could get crazy A CPN Benz I don't gotta pay it Moonrock got me feeling jaded Fuck up a check and go crazy You in jail but your bitch had a baby Need my pockets all blue like its Navy I got water and straps like I'm Navy Ima pull up and spray it not say it Giving game I don't think ima play it Put this ice in my mouth Himalay- it In the east ima call up my yea Bankroll, I'm feelin fresh with a bankroll I'm changing sounds like I change lanes I'm changing lanes like I change clothes Just put a down payment on Range Rove- But that shit not in my name though My mouth the same color as rain though Mm- if I hit it I might need a raincoat Kinda dumb but she giving me brain though Smoking skittles can you taste the rainbow Fucked up when I put my trust in a lame hoe Ran it up got tired of wearing the same clothes Yea you got bitches but do you got change though Fine in highschool but you don't look the same though Don't know Aubrey but I got the Draco Ima call up my shooter he gon' let it ring though, yea When she find out you next she gon' start acting different, yea My gun having a baby and I think that bitch started kicking, yea Had to drop my ol' lady she caught me DMing some bitches And she started tripping, yea Check the tracking hope the pack don't go missing But it always land when I send I got some niggas asking for pens If you pull up ima ask where your friends She not in love she need regular dick Why hoes be asking me if I got kids? Mmmm yea Two seater got two freaks in the Benz Sickworld I put Leak on the lens I still don't speak to my dad, uh I'm tryna run up these bands, uh That's why these niggas get mad, uh I'm popping all of these tags, uh I got a bitch with a ass, uh I give my nigga my last, uh Come in this bitch tryna flash, uh They call me Cash cause I got this cash Bae gettin mad I ain't hit her back They gettin mad they can't get a bag Fuck it I stay with a bag, yea Cause fuck it I stay in the trap, yea And fuck it I stay with a ratchet Yea, yea Got a few ladies that stay getting nasty Yea, yea And they go all night call em Gladys
Writer(s): Ashton Butler Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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