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FNF Chop
FNF Chop
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Deonte Gaines
Deonte Gaines
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Gregory Ryan Sullivan
Gregory Ryan Sullivan
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SGULL
SGULL
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Kyle Williams
Kyle Williams
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(Uh, ay, uh, uh) (Said come on) I'm not the 1 or the 2, I'm him That's the difference between me and you I don't need no key Just hopped outta a plane Bitch, it's straight to the mall Then a show, I don't need no sleep I'm turnt up now, gotta be low key Huh? Yea yea yea Fuck what them niggas saying Fuck what they talking 'bout If you see an opp better call 'em out I'm in the trap everyday, ain't no calling out Ain't about money, don't know what you talking 'bout Neef set the diamonds, these bitches ain't falling out Yea yea yea Hopped in the pool with the watch I done fucked up the rolliе Stingray sweet, drive the bitch like it's stolеn In the front is the trunk, in the back is the motor Take off the top, leave it open I'm in the mix, got motion Huh? Yea yea yea Swim with the sharks, no ocean We catch an opp, we roll 'em We catch an opp outside, we roll 'em Popping my shit, they sick, ebola Flooded my teeth, they bussin' Big-ass baguettes, they clusters Huh? Yea yea yea I don't like massages Gimme head in the back of the party Fucking you and your friend, we menagin' Used to sleep in the back of garages Now I run up them rack after rackayes I'll rob me a bitch off of backpage Might go buy me a ski and some black flaves All I had was some tree and some black jays Huh? I'm not the 1 or the 2, I'm him That's the difference between me and you I don't need no key Just hopped outta a plane Bitch, it's straight to the mall Then a show, I don't need no sleep I'm turnt up now, gotta be low key Huh? Yea yea yea Fuck what them niggas saying Fuck what they talking 'bout If you see an opp better call 'em out I'm in the trap everyday, ain't no calling out Ain't about money, don't know what you talking 'bout Neef set the diamonds, these bitches ain't falling out Yea yea yea Hopped in the pool with the watch I done fucked up the rollie Stingray sweet, drive the bitch like it's stolen In the front is the trunk, in the back is the motor Take off the top, leave it open Huh... huh. Take off the top, leave it open I popped a perc 'fore I came, now I'm rolling Gas so strong, bitch, I can't even smoke it Signed me a deal, made me a mill I'm still in the trenches, I ain't even joking Got caught with your gun and you ain't even blow it Security strapped up so I ain't even toting I don't put dick in these hoes 'cause they talk too much I ain't surprised These niggas lied to you, can't even talk to us Huh? Thugging outside with this Glock in my pocket You play I'm gone up it and pop it Met a bitch from the tropics She giving me sloppy, I love when she lick it and top it Huh? Yea yea yea I'm not the 1 or the 2, I'm him That's the difference between me and you I don't need no key Just hopped outta a plane Bitch, it's straight to the mall Then a show, I don't need no sleep I'm turnt up now, gotta be low key Huh? Yea yea yea Fuck what them niggas saying Fuck what they talking 'bout If you see an opp better call 'em out I'm in the trap everyday, ain't no calling out Ain't about money, don't know what you talking 'bout Neef set the diamonds, these bitches ain't falling out Yea yea yea Hopped in the pool with the watch I done fucked up the rollie Stingray sweet, drive the bitch like it's stolen In the front is the trunk, in the back is the motor Take off the top, leave it open
Writer(s): Deonte Gaines, Gregory Ryan Sullivan Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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