Lyrics

Glo on the beat! Yea got a bad lil bitch she a cutie (cutie!) And i'm still sippin lean, love the juice (love the juice) Got a automatic stick and a uzi (uzi) Yea my niggas brazy and they can't wait to shoot (shoot) Yea we had to slime him made a nigga so clueless Blunts fire fye, he might put him on the news Yea i'm gettin so high think I touched the moon Shit gettin so hot it's lookin like the flume (yea yea yea) Can't tell a lie, I smoke it then it's true Always outside yea i'm on the move Just apart of the game I don't make the rules Play with the gang nigga you a fool We gon' take yo whole plate nigga fuck your food Please stop like a race all we got is two See that shit was a dream then it came true Bitch i'm tryna stack green thru the fuckin' roof I cant give you a ring bitch you not my boo I kept seein' strange things time to move Gave that lil' bitch a perc now she gettin' loose And I know it hurt when I flex on you Kick that bitch to the curb then i pour a deuce And these lil niggas nerds, gives' them boys a boot Tell that lil boy throw his racks up (racks) And I might put that lil biddy bih like Alexa Yes i'm lil' lonely baby I get flexed up I fuck that bih leave my cash on the dresser Smokin' exotic gas it make my chest hurt Do I need more racks nigga uh, yes sir (yea yea) That bitch was ugly so I had to next her Said I wouldn't make it damn I know dat that hurt Yea got a bad lil bitch she a cutie (yea yea yea) And i'm still sippin lean, love the juice (yea yea yea) Got a automatic stick and a uzi (yea yea yea) Yea my niggas brazy and they can't wait to shoot (shoot) Yea we had to slime him made a nigga so clueless Blunts fire fye, he might put him on the news (pew!) Yea i'm gettin so high think I touched the moon Shit gettin so hot it's lookin like the flume (yea yea yea) Can't tell a lie, I smoke it then it's true Always outside yea i'm on the move Just apart of the game I don't make the rules Play with the gang nigga you a fool We gon' take yo whole plate nigga fuck your food Please stop like a race all we got is two Please stop like a race oll we got is tools (yea yea yea) (Yea yea yea, oh yea) Yea I got a bad lil bitch she a cutie And i'm still sippin lean, love the juice (juice) Got a automatic stick and a uzi Yea my niggas brazy and they can't wait to shoot Yea we had to slime him made a nigga so clueless Blunts fire fye, he might put him on the news Yea i'm gettin so high think I touched the moon Shit gettin so hot it's lookin like the flume Can't tell a lie, I smoke it then it's true Always outside yea i'm on the move (yea yea yea) Just apart of the game I don't make the rules (yea yea yea) Play with the gang nigga you a fool We gon' take yo whole plate nigga fuck your food Please stop like a race all we got is two (all we got is tools!) Please stop line a race all we got is tools (yea yea yea) Yea yea yea, okay!
Writer(s): Bobby Sandimanie, Destroy Lonely Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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