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Yeah, them bands that make ooh-wee, ooh-wee (Ayy, where you get that beat from?) Bands that make ooh-wee, ooh-wee (Mooktoven) Bands that make ooh-wee, ooh-wee (That boy Cassius) These them bands that make ooh-wee She got ass, she go ooh-wee I go deep and make you skeet Got a new bankroll, racks come neat My young nigga spinning like jam of the week Give doses of dick 'til the bitch OD Bustin' and shaking like ooh-wee You don't know what you do to me My bitch on me like jewelry I'm back to the basics Who want the weed? I got the P's, whoa, whoa Blue M&M, she loving the taste, she back on her knees, woah, woah Make you take off the condom like I wanna feel it This bitch get you wet like a speedboat When I'm on a bean, I fuck her the most Jump out the Demon and hop in the Ghost It's in my genes, sellin' this dope Run it up, yeah In my genes from sellin' this dope Racks, run it up, yeah It's in my genes, sellin' this dope Racks, run it up, yeah Racks, run it up, yeah Run it up, yeah I hop out a Demon and jump in a Ghost When you get M's, niggas hate you the most These niggas knowing, at trapping, the G.O.A.T These niggas know I got bags for the low I love when she shaking it, dropping it low I call up my Arab, he bringing the load Might lean with the pot, it's finna explode My bitch from a whole 'nother side of the globe Ain't switch the song, we do not condone I hit her two times, then I left her alone Finessing the bank, I just got me a loan Finessing T-Mobile, I just got a phone I know she love me, she hate when I'm gone When I count up them racks, it be turning her on Do this shit for my hood, do this shit for my son If it ain't 'bout a check, I don't pick up the phone Pull up on shawty like yeah, yeah These hoes be ready to go up All a nigga burn is indo That drank got me movin' in slo-mo Pull up to the trap like yeah, yeah And I got Runtz for the low low Me talk to 12, that's a no-go Me go broke, that's a no-no Yeah, if I leave, I'm like ooh-wee Back of the 'Bach with a three-piece I been havin' threesomes like all week She want that dick, she call me She like when I beat it up, real beat Ex wanna fuck in the back of the big B Skeleton AP, bitch like ooh-wee Walk in the club and fuck it up Poof, ouch, paper cut I'ma fuck for an hour standing up Make her bend over and arch it up She can't take dick, when she do it, just wait (whoa, whoa) Make you take off the condom like I wanna feel it This bitch get you wet like a speedboat When I'm on a bean, I fuck her the most Jump out the Demon and hop in the Ghost It's in my genes, sellin' this dope Run it up, yeah In my genes from sellin' this dope Racks, run it up, yeah It's in my genes, sellin' this dope Racks, run it up, yeah Racks, run it up, yeah Run it up, yeah
Writer(s): Quincy Williams, Joshua Cross, Tysen Bolding, Tarik Davis Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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