Lyrics

(Theo Zim) Yeah, and she always hurt in the worst way Why you trippin'? It's almost my birthday This Amiri, Outlaw what my shirt say (yeah) Bitch, I'm ballin' like I play for Berkeley Not in second, in third, only first place Don't be trippin', bitch, I had the worst day (A-A-Astro got it running) Baby, only call me if it's urgent, yeah Yeah, and she always hurt in the worst way Why you trippin'? It's almost my birthday This Amiri, Outlaw what my shirt say Bitch, I'm ballin' like I play for Berkeley I'm one hundred percent, fuck a survey (yeah) I might pop out and see you on Thursday (yeah) Why you wait a whole week in the first place? (Ooh, oh) Come and get your lil' bitch 'cause she irk me (yeah, yeah) She look good but this bitch way too thirsty I can't hydrate no lil' bitty birdie (ooh, oh) I can't even go out, I'm sober (yeah) Pray you know that I sleep with a .30 (yeah) If them niggas pop out, just alert me (yeah, yeah) (ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh) Pop out on a bitch goin' like James Worthy 42 on my back 'cause my side bitch dirty She been going through a lot 'cause a bitch can't hurt me Ooh, ooh, ooh (yeah) I feel so damn alive, this bitch don't deserve me If it's not 'bout a check, then this shit don't concern me (what?) I ain't sayin' it twice, you heard me (what, what?) Too many fake niggas 'round me Not in LA right now, I'm in Downey (yeah) Got a white bitch staring at ground beef Girl, I'm still the richest nigga up in your county Ayy, 414 shit, we so up now (what?) Jungle boys shit, I don't know who to trust now (yeah) He the loudest on the 'Gram, when I see him, he a mush mouth (shh) Ayy, Plain Jane shit, you can get your ass bust down (yeah) Ayy, Trinidad, I be hitting my dougie Ayy, skip the class, I do not wanna study (yeah) Ain't no new friends, we can't be buddy-buddy (yeah) I can't beef 'bout no bitch, I don't do lovey-dovey (no) I'm a whole blue strip, she cannot try to dub me (yeah) I'm a star player, she cannot try to go sub me (yeah) And it's not fair, nigga, do not try to touch me I'm swift with the stick and you niggas is dusty Ooh, what's your name? (Yeah) Fuck it, I'm naming you Downy, go 'head do your thing, yeah Cool as a ho, but I'm really surrounded by flames (cool as a ho) Really is a cold, cold world, but somehow I'm still winning the game (ooh, whoa-oh) And she always hurt in the worst way Why you trippin'? It's almost my birthday (yeah) This Amiri, Outlaw what my shirt say (yeah) Bitch, I'm ballin' like I play for Berkeley (yeah) I'm one hundred percent, fuck a survey (yeah) I might pop out and see you on Thursday (yeah) Why you wait a whole week in the first place? (Ooh-oh) Come and get your lil' bitch 'cause she irk me (gang, gang) She look good but this bitch way too thirsty (what?) I can't hydrate no lil' bitty birdie (what?) (Ooh-oh) I can't even go out, I'm sober (yeah) Pray you know that I sleep with a .30 (yeah) If them niggas pop, out just alert me (yeah, yeah, yeah) I can only spit facts 'cause this shit too wrong (yeah) Yeah, narcissistic, I know that I'm on And my bitch, she was bad, she was bad to the bone (yeah) But her soul was so rotten, I left her alone Had to throw it out Hit from the back, snatch her back, had to blow it out Shaking my dreads while I hit, had to grow it out DC the Don in this bitch, I been rollin' loud Ain't gon' talk to that ho, I been zonin' out (yeah, yeah) No kizzy, my boys in this bitch, we gon' fuck up your city Ain't no shortage for ammo, you know we got plenty My bitch got a Birkin, it's holding a semi Had to "skrrt" through your block, introduce 'em to Whitney Got a straight face in here while I'm clutching the glizzy Oh, they say they don't like me, oh really, oh really? If you really don't like it, then nigga come kill me Said if it's really that bad, then nigga, pop out and come peel me I'm still seven for seven, I'm doing no filmin' I'ma see you Monday if I make it to Philly Had to put Moncler on my back, it's so motherfuckin' chilly I just walked in the house, mama whippin' some chili All this fussin' and G, I been hitting my wheelie I ain't fucking with niggas, it's up, I been chillin' (yeah, yeah) Tryna really take off, take the roof off the motherfuckin' building I Destructo my disc, I'ma do 'em like Krillin Use my Piccolo powers, but I'm not a villain (grra) I'm still numb as a bitch, I've been losin' my feelings Smoking Zaza, I ain't here for them pills man (yeah) Got a white bitch in here snorting Dylan (yeah) Tryna hit from the back and go dumb if she willin' Yeah, and she always hurt in the worst way Why you trippin'? It's almost my birthday This Amiri, Outlaw what my shirt say Bitch, I'm ballin' like I play for Berkeley I'm one hundred percent, fuck a survey (yeah) I might pop out and see you on Thursday (yeah) Why you wait a whole week in the first place? (Ooh-oh) Come and get your lil' bitch 'cause she irk me (yeah, yeah) She look good but this bitch way too thirsty I can't hydrate no lil' bitty birdie (ooh-oh) (skrrt) I can't even go out I'm sober (yeah) Pray you know that I sleep with a .30 (yeah) If them niggas pop out, just alert me (yeah, yeah)
Writer(s): Daijon Davis Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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