Lyrics

Now as I sit back roll me a big back She wear her Louie with Gucci that's mitch match designer was intact She want to kick it we met at the kick back I'm toting a big strap He want a problem the tooly can fix that You know that it's big facts I be clean as a dish rack She told me she miss that but I wasn't with that I popped a perky it looked like a tic tac and nigga I mint that Don't do the gym but I steady be flexing on niggas I don't got a 6 pack You love her than cuff her cause if I skirt off with your hoe then you won't get your bitch back Had Ciroc and Belair and we mixed that Got 2 bitches they chocolate as Kit Kat's They be calling me talking that chit chat Why you calling me asking to switch packs If you bought it I ain't bringing shit back Tell him to turn on the live news then you can tell him we did that You think I work at the drive thru got quarter pounders and Big Macs Sometimes we shooting in broad day sometimes we shoot when it's pitch black Fuck it we doing it y'all way They sliding on us and we slide back Niggas faking it got to be real In they feelings it got to be pills I'm taking these uppers with downers I swear to god I don't know how I should feel Feeling like Rambo She don't do crocks so I Yeezy'd her sandals Gave her a Xannie broke it in half cause that's y'all she could handlJudge on the panel Was walking to school with a gun in my flannel And she let me hustle all in her apartment I ain't have to trap out the Bando I'm too much to handle Don't like what you watching than change up the channel I'm lit as a candle Don't call me DaVinci I'm feeling like Rambo I'm too much to handle don't like what you watching than change up the channel I'm lit as a candle Don't call me DaVinci I'm feeling like Rambo
Writer(s): Jevin Williams Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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