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Rollin' in the cut with my guys like a scab If the plug don't got it all tell his a come back I just f*cked on that b*tch and her friend cause she bad F*cked on that b*tch and her friend in my jag Rollin' in the cut with my guys like a scab If the plug don't got it all tell his a come back I just f*cked on that b*tch and her friend cause she bad F*cked on that b*tch and her friend in my jag Rollin' through the city, top down blowin' cash If a n*gga act silly, then you know I'm gon blast I just f*cked on that b*tch with no shirt, I show tats She think she fell in love, said you drunk where yo flask I been gettin' money laying low, on my cool sh*t House so big, n*ggas think we own a cruise ship Bust down the wrist, it gets deep in this pool end I dismiss you n*ggas not the bell like when school end I ain't gotta say too much, know we next up, Aimin' at yo neck, what the f*ck you wear a vest for? Been on my grind, it's a curse like a hex board Yo b*tch she choosin', you might wanna text her Rollin' in the cut with my guys like a scab If the plug don't got it all tell his a come back I just f*cked on that b*tch and her friend cause she bad F*cked on that b*tch and her friend in my jag Rollin' in the cut with my guys like a scab If the plug don't got it all tell his a come back I just f*cked on that b*tch and her friend cause she bad F*cked on that b*tch and her friend in my jag Came from the mud, I got dirt on my shoes I don't want the green hundreds, all I care bout is blues But don't get it f*cked up, keep that 40 tucked Just in case they wanna f*ck with us, like they hands cut off They can't touch us, pull up to the mall all the hoes rush us Got a b*tch in Tokyo, got one in Russia B*tch you know I'm tatted, had to go and get a touch up I don't want that hoe if she boujee, she stuck up Only f*ck with the boy cause I'm next up I'm the money doctor, come and see me for a check up Air out the Mac, leave em lookin' like ketchup Runnin' from police, praying that they never catch us Rollin' in the cut with my guys like a scab If the plug don't got it all tell his a come back I just f*cked on that b*tch and her friend cause she bad F*cked on that b*tch and her friend in my jag Rollin' in the cut with my guys like a scab If the plug don't got it all tell his a come back I just f*cked on that b*tch and her friend cause she bad F*cked on that b*tch and her friend in my jag Rollin' in the cut, like a n*gga got stabbed I don't really do the talking, cause you know how n*ggas blab I just f*cked up a check on the watch and the bag F*cked up a check at the mall, now they mad Pull up 8 deep in the uber xl If a n*gga talkin' crazy, imma have to up hell Cause we came up from the bottom now the name ring bells We be selling out the shows, and the b*tches on our heels And we runnin', runnin', running through them bands Countin' Blueface hundreds, in the back of the jag Shawty pulled off with me for the night, now they mad So I f*cked on that b*tch and her friend cause she bad Rollin' in the cut with my guys like a scab If the plug don't got it all tell his a come back I just f*cked on that b*tch and her friend cause she bad F*cked on that b*tch and her friend in my jag Rollin' in the cut with my guys like a scab If the plug don't got it all tell his a come back I just f*cked on that b*tch and her friend cause she bad F*cked on that b*tch and her friend in my jag
Writer(s): Renzell Roque Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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