Lyrics

I hit the drank and it give me the shivers These rappers throw shots and it give me the giggles I'm on these Percs and I'm stuck like a sticker I killed her pussy, R.I.P., I'm a missile Ain't 'bout the opp, I act like I don't remember But see him in traffic and shoot off the dribble (hrr) I see the future, I feel like the WIZRD Told Megan, "Pull up on me with Kylie Jenner" (X.O. think he all that) This for you niggas and bitches who thought it was over I just landed in a Rover (skrrt) Bitch, you ain't send a dime when I was in jail (jail) Now you askin' for a choker (bitch) You see them niggas, you crash, I'm talkin' 'bout total Chopper or not, got the motor (boom) I'm in the back of the 'Bach and it feel like a sofa (sofa) Double C's on the loafer Fuckin' on Louis sheets (Louis sheets) I got out, got them folks hollerin', "Who is he?" (Like who is he?) Now these rappers want link up, ain't shit for free (ain't shit for free) Do the verse, kick 'em out, yeah, I keep it brief (keep it brief) Hit that bitch, kick her out, she can't go to sleep (go that way) I'm finessin' like RIP Double D (Double D) Ot the whole city screamin' out "FNG" (FNG) If I ain't got a strap, I feel incomplete (strap, I feel incomplete) I fixed her up just to break her (get down) Put that bitch on the blade, I'm sharp as a razor (I'm sharp as a razor) Jumped out a new alligator (I'm fresh) She FNG, put VVS on her neighbor Don't leave her round me I'ma take her (let me get that) I'm a scumbag, slick as activator Tryna beat her face up with no makeup (yeah) If she don't wanna go, I'ma make her (send her) I hit the drank and it give me the shivers (give me the shivers) These rappers throw shots and it give me the giggles (giggles) I'm on these Percs and I'm stuck like a sticker I killed her pussy, R.I.P., I'm a missile (P, I'm a missile) Ain't 'bout the opp, I act like I don't remember (I don't remember) But see him in traffic and shoot off the dribble I see the future, I feel like the WIZRD (the WIZRD) Told Megan, "Pull up on me with Kylie Jenner" Memphis Grizz' fitted 30 on Adidas, hundred in my dickies, 50 in the glizzy I'm from Walker Simmons, Eastside of Memphis Money triple digits, B.I.G., Biggie Suicide mission, choppas in this Bentley Killers in attendance Say I want him finished, they gon' keep on spinnin' What they gon' do? They gon' keep on spinnin' Let's go This for you niggas and bitches who thought it was over I just landed in a Rover (skrrt) Bitch, you ain't send a dime when I was in jail (jail) Now you askin' for a choker (bitch) You see them niggas, you crash, I'm talkin' 'bout total Chopper or not, got the motor (boom) I'm in the back of the 'Bach and it feel like a sofa (sofa) Double C's on the loafer Fuckin' on Louis sheets (Louis sheets) I got out, got them folks hollerin', "Who is he?" (Like who is he?) Now these rappers want link up, ain't shit for free (ain't shit for free) Do the verse, kick 'em out, yeah, I keep it brief (keep it brief) Hit that bitch, kick her out, she can't go to sleep (go that way) I'm finessin' like RIP Double D (Double D) Got the whole city screamin' out "FNG" (FNG) If I ain't got a strap, I feel incomplete (strap, I feel incomplete) GTA mission, had to make a livin' Playin' in my city, I ain't got no limit I ain't got no heart, choppas in the yard Pounds in the bushes, send that shit to mushes Seven for a P, M in a week Five on my feet, a hundred on the stick Invisible switch, I won't miss (won't miss) Preliminary, got it dismissed (dismissed) Backend original (original) Yeah, he say he got money, that's typical (that's typical) I pull up to the club, I'm skippin' 'em I don't trick on no ho, but I'm tippin' 'em (tippin' 'em) I ain't cuffin' you, bitch, but I fuck with you I thought she was keeper, but bruh hit her (bruh hit her) Me and Cut and Lil Drew that's enough niggas I might pop with HopOut, don't fuck with 'em Bet my life on a ten or a four (on a ten or a four) Do the show and go get me some more (go and get me some more) I made like $500K profit, joke's up on the floor (that's zaza) Yeah, we smokin' fatality, finish him, Scorpion (Scorpion) Fucked his bitch and recorded it (get over here, bitch) Fuck I need with a cosign, that's forgery, 50 for choruses (let me get that) This for you niggas and bitches who thought it was over I just landed in a Rover (skrrt) Bitch, you ain't send a dime when I was in jail (jail) Now you askin' for a choker (bitch) You see them niggas, you crash, I'm talkin' 'bout total Chopper or not, got the motor (boom) I'm in the back of the 'Bach and it feel like a sofa (sofa) Double C's on the loafer Fuckin' on Louis sheets (Louis sheets) I got out, got them folks hollerin', "Who is he?" (Like who is he?) Now these rappers want link up, ain't shit for free (ain't shit for free) Do the verse, kick 'em out, yeah, I keep it brief (keep it brief) Hit that bitch, kick her out, she can't go to sleep (go that way) I'm finessin' like RIP Double D (Double D) Got the whole city screamin' out "FNG" (FNG) If I ain't got a strap, I feel incomplete (strap, I feel incomplete)
Writer(s): Xabian Woods, Ricky Hampton Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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