Lyrics

Uhhhhh Uhhh Yeah yeah Uhhhhh Uhhh Yeah yeah Wildin Stalin Run to the money like sonic Whoa I'm widin', what the fuck am i signing Designer my body i'm styling Trap hard till i find it, yeah Money on your head lil nigga i don't know why you wildin' All these that i met they just coming through my drive way, yeah It's only my niggas imma ride for, yeah It's only my niggas imma die for, yeah But shawty she just trippin why you lie for, yeah Free my bros out them cages this is my court, yeah Young then i started off with dirty shoes Went to town with some dirty boots I was hanging out in the nerdy school And now i'm with my broskis I'm proud i need a trophy And now she claim that she know me Like tricky school like four three My feature watch your rollie They ring my line like holy Like quit that you don't know me And imma keep going hard till they call me OG Never talk to the police, nigga snitching on my homie Shoutout broski Jovi, she ride me like a pony I just tell her show me, niggas used to hate back then i was lonely Now they wanna show me love, is it cause a nigga up? I'm too high and i'm stuck, shawty wanna give it up Going hard and shitted luck, STN my clique we up Now she wanna kiss and hug, and now she wetter then a rug She pleading guess i need a pub, only real ones in my blunt If it bros i got 'nough, red dotty in the blunt Shawty tryna treat me rough 'Member when i came klutch, yeah Lil nigga i'm shit that you can't flush I'm widin', what the fuck am i signing Designer my body i'm styling Trap hard till i find it, yeah Money on your head lil nigga i don't know why you wildin' All these that i met they just coming through my drive way, yeah It's only my niggas imma ride for, yeah It's only my niggas imma die for, yeah But shawty she just trippin why you lie for, yeah Free my bros out them cages this is my court, yeah All my niggas they locked for time Ya'll stole off my grind It's a gold i gotta find These hoes just give their mind Like gold i gotta shine Put a four in the eight no nine Never ate like all night From the bottom yeah i gotta get it For my family yeah i gotta win it Peregrine you can call it spinach Yes i won't meet how he know i hit it Ice getting colder, Spanish bitch like hola I drink the hate like it's cola I'm in the sky with a refa Case a hero with a nina I was on the block with a ball like fifa Yeah, yeah and i was in the hut like they can't see us Yeah, i can't stop until i get me a freezer From my OG i learned how to get the re-up I'm widin', what the fuck am i signing Designer my body i'm styling Trap hard till i find it, yeah Money on your head lil nigga i don't know why you wildin' All these that i met they just coming through my drive way, yeah It's only my niggas imma ride for, yeah It's only my niggas imma die for, yeah But shawty she just trippin why you lie for, yeah Free my bros out them cages this is my court, yeah
Writer(s): Lawrence Smith, Jalil Hutchins, Marcus Edwards Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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