Lyrics

Aye Aye Aye Trying to blow up soda popping Call me Fanta Ho Ho Ho what she is In her chimney like I'm Santa Shit get blurry I can't make it clear unless I hit that Canna 808's knocking on this beat Baby that's Santana Feel like Juice up in this shit Rolling Doja in my planner How you judging my life choices but you chose to be a scammer Phone alert from a bad bitch Think her name was Amber Phone alert from alert for a bad bitch Fucking her on camera If I hit right, She going hit left Shit was moving uh too slow Took a quick step Careful how you move around these niggas you cant misstep They say that they want a lesson lemme teach y'all in depth Lemme teach yall niggas yeah ain't nothin guaranteed In a world of followers you got to step and lead When I was just a kid they ask what you wanna be But even if I told them swear to god they won't believe For a minute I was down I was low Now the only thing below is your girl before I blow Had a battle in my mind fighting thoughts yeah toe to toe Out my head and in the stu now I'm going flow to flow Out here balling on you niggas now I'm going coast to coast Gently down the money stream bank account gon row the boat Life is nothing but a dream you asleep if you don't know I don't need a fucking team I'm a get it on my own Trying to blow up soda popping Call me Fanta Ho Ho Ho what she is In her chimney like I'm Santa Shit get blurry I can't make it clear unless I hit that Canna Eight O eights knocking on this beat Baby that's Santana Feel like Juice up in this shit Rolling Doja in my planner How you judging my life choices but you chose to be a scammer Phone alert from a bad bitch Think her name was Amber Phone alert from alert for a bad bitch Fucking her on camera You the type to walk in and the shordies they gon hurry out I look like the nigga that she tell you not to worry bout Mixing in this shit I had to gon pull my McFlurry out Percentage hella high yeah you could say I took the curry route Nigga don't do promo he think he gon blow by word of mouth EP hella trash can't believe I fuckin heard him out Jamir been a rapper it's just recently y'all heard about Dropping all these bars you could would think a nigga workin out Trying to blow up soda popping Call me Fanta Ho Ho Ho what she is In her chimney like I'm Santa Shit get blurry I can't make it clear unless I hit that Canna 808s knocking on this beat Baby that's Santana Feel like Juice up in this shit Rolling Doja in my planner How you judging my life choices but you chose to be a scammer Phone alert from a bad bitch Think her name was Amber Phone alert from alert for a bad bitch Fucking her on camera
Writer(s): Jalen Wallace Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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