Lyrics

Ronny J, please turn me up Double R truck, I'm him (him) Pockets on fat, bitch, slim (yeah) Yeah, ballin' out the gym, no rim (yeah) Don't play with that boy, his shooters gon' hit (brrt, brrt, uh) Play that bitch bad, she play (play) Fifty on the pinky, look like snowflake Pop an X pill, hop right on stage (X) Fucked her one time, told her "Go that way" (that Purpp) Double R truck, I'm him (him) Pockets on fat, bitch, slim (yeah) Yeah, ballin' out the gym, no rim (yeah) Don't play with that boy, his shooters gon' hit (brrt, brrt, uh) I got a bitch, she gon' set up a play for me (set up) Love her, my niggas put you in the grave for me (brrt, yeah) Ride with them .6, you get cut like a bakery (brrt, yeah) Keep a bank on me, oh, yeah, That motherfucker stay with me (yeah, yeah) It's a dark world, I'ma get mine Big Patek on my wrist, that's big shine (big, uh) These niggas broke, yeah, they pockets a lil' hungry Shit funny, remember when they was above me (haha, Purpp) Put seventy bands in the trap, they gon' trust me Just trust me, The packs on the way (yeah), we gon' rush 'em (yeah, yeah) I fuck on that bitch, can't let her stay with me Won't let her play me, She get lucky if she lay with me (fuck on her, yeah) Bank head on me, it make me go hard I'm gettin' pay from my bitch, only time I'm smart Put them on a song, only time that they holdin' Show them what they talkin', my jewelry, they don't want it Double R truck, I'm him (him) Pockets on fat, bitch, slim (yeah) Yeah, ballin' out the gym, no rim (yeah) Don't play with that boy, his shooters gon' hit (brrt, brrt, uh) Play that bitch bad, she play (play) Fifty on the pinky, look like snowflake Pop an X pill, hop right on stage (X) Fucked her one time, told her "Go that way" (that Purpp) Double R truck, I'm him (him) Pockets on fat, bitch, slim (yeah) Yeah, ballin' out the gym, no rim (yeah) Don't play with that boy, his shooters gon' hit (brrt, brrt, uh) Don't mess with them shooters, ayy Put a hole in your medulla, ayy Everybody think they a tough guy, 'til they go missin' Now I'm in Cuba, ayy (rrah) Att the church, say, "Hallelujah," ayy They love, they miss, they knew ya, ayy And you coulda had a future, ayy But you just threw it all away Send the boys peekin' around the corner, you sippin' on corona While bullets spread like corona (yeah) Now it's in the air like aroma, I want the smoke (yeah) Bitch, I'm a muhfuckin' stoner (yeah) Still be a loner, solo dolo Black like Zulu, still rock Polo (yeah) Keep a semi auto, R-I-P Lotto That's my motto, see your ass tomorrow Double R truck, I'm him (him) Pockets on fat, bitch, slim (yeah) Yeah, ballin' out the gym, no rim (yeah) Don't play with that boy, his shooters gon' hit (brrt, brrt, uh) Play that bitch bad, she play (play) Fifty on the pinky, look like snowflake Pop an X pill, hop right on stage (X) Fucked her one time, told her "Go that way" (that Purpp) Double R truck, I'm him (him) Pockets on fat, bitch, slim (yeah) Yeah, ballin' out the gym, no rim (yeah) Don't play with that boy, his shooters gon' hit (brrt, brrt, uh)
Writer(s): Christoph Bauss, Denzel Curry, Omar Jeffery Pineiro, Ronald O'neil Jr. Spence, Tim Friedrich, Luca Starz Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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