Lyrics

($upreme, you're a bitch) Man, I don't understand, I be stunnin' for the 'Gram Your girl hit my line, and she want a double tap That's a fact (that's a fact), I don't really need to brag But I'm counting these milly's, and it's just adding to my stats Like, this choppa go dummy, and now your girl, she bring it back I be counting these hunnids, and now I'm really 'bout to spaz See me pullin' your shawty, give me applause, I'm 'bout to clap I be posted with magnums, I ain't talking 'bout the strap Man, I don't understand, I be stunnin' for the 'Gram Your girl hit my line, and she want a double tap That's a fact (that's a fact), I don't really need to brag But I'm counting these milly's, and it's just adding to my stats Like, this choppa go dummy, and now your girl, she bring it back I be counting these hunnids, and now I'm really 'bout to spaz See me pullin' your shawty, give me applause, I'm 'bout to clap I be posted with magnums, I ain't talking 'bout the strap Yeah, I pull up with .9s, and yeah, I pull up with .5s And anybody who want smoke, we send an opp to the sky He wanna talk out his neck, this barrel make him say, "Bye" And I've be thrifting all these .80s for some Marty McFly (uh) I said we running, hitting licks, you know I'm really 'bout to blow And I've been getting hella rich, you know we sellin' all these shows Always cooking up, I turn all of these hits into some dough Man, I'm looking at my kitchen (ayy, ayy), too much fire in the stove I'm finna blow, every time I do a show It's like these bitches want money, but I just do it for the bros I'm countin' paper like nothing, I'm stackin' bread, I'm getting dough I turned from nothing to something Because you know how that's how I go Like, whoa, he want smoke, I let it hit, no joke You getting lost up in the mist, so cold My songs are all up in her mix She double tap on my songs (yuh), I double tap on her tits Like, whoa Came up in this bitch with an all black whip (skrrt) Double tap soda, got my choppa going skits I don't want the bitch if she only take the tip Yeah, shawty blow a kiss when I load another clip If you ain't with the shits, yeah, you ain't really 'bout it Your girlfriend on my dick because she know that I'm clouted Make another hit, what you make is all counterfeit I'ma fuckin' laugh when I fuckin' see you countin' it (ayy) Said I'm just stuntin' (huh?), iPhone won't stop buzzin' (brr) Comin' for the gang, then we won't stop busting (pa) Rims still spinnin' when we stop at the function (skrr) Smoking loud pack, one hit'll give concussions Said, lil' baby wanna double tap, I'ma see what's up with that Make lil' shawty purr, she hit a note just like she Thundercat Said, bitch, I'm headed to the bank, what the fuck you think? That boy say he hard, but he ain't, man I don't understand, I be stunnin' for the 'Gram Your girl hit my line, and she want a double tap That's a fact (that's a fact), I don't really need to brag But I'm counting these milly's, and it's just adding to my stats Like, this choppa go dummy, and now your girl, she bring it back I be counting these hunnids, and now I'm really 'bout to spaz See me pullin' your shawty, give me applause, I'm 'bout to clap I be posted with magnums, I ain't talking 'bout the strap Man, I don't understand, I be stunnin' for the 'Gram Your girl hit my line, and she want a double tap That's a fact (that's a fact), I don't really need to brag But I'm counting these milly's, and it's just adding to my stats Like, this choppa go dummy, and now your girl, she bring it back I be counting these hunnids, and now I'm really 'bout to spaz See me pullin' your shawty, give me applause, I'm 'bout to clap I be posted with magnums, I ain't talking 'bout the strap
Writer(s): Francisco Chavez, Luke Winther, Nathan Fuller, Letoaalii Hughes, Gabriele Albader Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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