Lyrics

My gang zip shit up Look at this backend I ran up Exotic weed we roll it up Brand-new 4 we pour It's up is stuck we going up Fuck all that talking touch a buck You pussy Niggas out of luck I'm in a whip foreign guts I'm too hight throwing up I'm touching money not enough These bands on me still knotted up hoe ATM still counting up dough Me and TWIN just breaking down door Niggas still be loving on hoes Chopsticks hit shit like kimbo Automatic stick jus like limbo Popping my shit and then i am ghost Ksubi on me not wearing jaboe These pussy niggas lame really b bold Don't get x'd out over a hoe Young nigga I'm really the goat Designers on all of these toes Mosh pit throw elbow Stick on me Velcro I shoot u got no hope I'm brimming by my lone My gang in a zone Big ass chop stick gon break yo bone You not strapped up bitch watch yo tone yeahh I'm ina stu with lone Smoking this za by the O Praying we make it back home Spending this money is gone mason Margiela cologne My gang zip shit up Look at this backend I ran up Exotic weed we roll it up Brand-new 4 we pour It's up is stuck we going up Fuck all that talking touch a buck You pussy Niggas out of luck I'm in a whip foreign guts I'm too hight throwing up I'm touching money not enough These bands on me still knotted up hoe ATM still counting up dough Me and TWIN just breaking down door Niggas still be loving on hoes Chopsticks hit shit like kimbo Automatic stick jus like limbo
Writer(s): Nayya Terry Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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