Lyrics

It's a cinema shitttmee Gang (Hey where's Rolo?) Every op shot Glaa Glaa Glaa Glaa Glaa Glaa (Obeyukilledis one) Gang It's Bubba (It's Bubba) Like no other (Like no other) Hopping out clicking Tryna put em under (Put em under) On the hunt (On the hunt) He a runner Gotta stay wit my g I can't go word to mother I go hard for the squad I'ma ride for my brothers We don't talk to the feds Niggas be undercover If you talk on my deads Then you meeting each other On the road to the green Serve to feins out the gutta It's Bubba (It's Bubba) Like no other (Like no other) Hopping out clicking Tryna put em under (Put em under) On the hunt (On the hunt) He a runner Gotta stay wit my g I can't go word to mother I go hard for the squad I'ma ride for my brothers We don't talk to the feds Niggas be undercover If you talk on my deads Then you meeting each other On the road to the green Serve to feins out the gutta Keep a g Move tact In the field Bitch you know I can't lack Niggas cap on the net And they talk behind backs Politicking don't got time for that Off a perc Watch how time collapse With the thotty She shaking the jat She a smoochie She making it clap She get neaky Once she hit the trap Ganja gang bitch We flipping them packs Niggas talk all that smoke Had an asthma attack If you play with my bread Bitch that's how you get whacked Feel like 917 I'm addicted to racks racks And my niggas still dropping the hat Try to play with my bread You'll get turned to a pack Smoking all of these deads Think I need to relax Nah I'm chatting lil bitch You can tell that I'm smack Let's get litty Start throwing it back She gon turn up the function Don't got time for a chat We can't hang with no goofies Can't party with rats If a bitch try to line She'll get popped like a flat If gang popping out We turn up to the max We make movies IMAX It's a cinema shit me You know where I'm at You get hit with some shit That'll take you off the map It's Bubba (It's Bubba) Like no other (Like no other) Hopping out clicking Tryna put em under (Put em under) On the hunt (On the hunt) He a runner Gotta stay wit my g I can't go word to mother I go hard for the squad I'ma ride for my brothers We don't talk to the feds Niggas be undercover If you talk on my deads Then you meeting each other On the road to the green Serve to feins out the gutta It's Bubba (It's Bubba) Like no other (Like no other) Hopping out clicking Tryna put em under (Put em under) On the hunt (On the hunt) He a runner Gotta stay wit my g I can't go word to mother I go hard for the squad I'ma ride for my brothers We don't talk to the feds Niggas be undercover If you talk on my deads Then you meeting each other On the road to the green Serve to feins out the gutta It's Bubba (It's Bubba) Like no other (Like no other) Hopping out clicking Tryna put em under (Put em under) On the hunt (On the hunt) He a runner Gotta stay wit my g I can't go word to mother I go hard for the squad I'ma ride for my brothers We don't talk to the feds Niggas be undercover If you talk on my deads Then you meeting each other On the road to the green Serve to feins out the gutta It's Bubba (It's Bubba) Like no other (Like no other) Hopping out clicking Tryna put em under (Put em under) On the hunt (On the hunt) He a runner Gotta stay wit my g I can't go word to mother I go hard for the squad I'ma ride for my brothers We don't talk to the feds Niggas be undercover If you talk on my deads Then you meeting each other On the road to the green Serve to feins out the gutta
Writer(s): Davon Johnson Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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