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Ametriyus Thomas
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Lyrics
Said i'm smokin exotic
Hit the dealership won't stay long
Brand new whip I cop it
And them shooters gonna shoot if i say soo
Full clip they aint stoppin
I got money i stuff my pockets
4PF yeen usin no wallet
Bad ass bitch she aint got no milage
Shawty do her own thang she in college yeah
Hatin' ass niggas cuz im poppin yeah
Tryna run down then we gone
Said i'm smokin exotic
Hit the dealership won't stay long
Brand new whip i cop it
And them shooters gonna shoot if i say soo
Full clip they aint stoppin
I got money i stuff my pockets
4PF yeen usin no wallet
Bad ass bitch she aint got no milage
Shawty do her own thang she in college yeah
Hatin' ass niggas cuz im poppin yeah
Tryna run down then we gon pop his ass
Hit the store ain't take it back we poppin' tags
Huuuuh
All of my niggas gone gun we ain't runnin'
30 Round clips and we all gone dump it
Steady sonnin' these niggas I call em my puppet
Want beef wit me lil nigga then fuck it
And that nigga got decency but he ain't on nothin'
And yo bitch want a piece of me but I ain't on nun
Hellcat wanna ride in a charger
She say she want me but I know she don't want me
You fuckin' niggas who ain't really important
You told me lies girl you say you adore me
I'm stayin' in the house now i'm feelin' like corey
Know lil mama gonna hate it when I pull up in a rari
Hella bitches on my dick yeah they used to ignore me
How you say you understand and you ain't hear my story
How you say you understand and you ain't hear my story
Huh?
Bitch i'm from the land where a nigga gone
Said i'm smokin exotic
Hit the dealership won't stay long
Brand new whip i cop it
And them shooters gonna shoot if i say soo
Full clip they aint stoppin
I got money i stuff my pockets
4PF yeen usin no wallet
Bad ass bitch she aint got no milage
Shawty do her own thang she in college yeah
Hatin' ass niggas cuz im poppin yeah
Tryna run down then we gon pop his ass
Hit the store ain't take it back we poppin' tags
He the villain man but they know he the life of the party
Brodie catch his ass and he sped off in that Audi
Shawty throwin' them red flags so you know a nigga had to call it
Brodie want that new patek done brought it
So now i'm in my zone
Ion wanna come home yeah
Told my niggas that we can't fold
So no no no yeah
Now i'm ridin' round wit that pole
Cuz i'm all alone yeah
Pray to god that I don't go yeah
Cuz I been goin' through emotions yeah yeah yeah yeah uh uhh
Said i'm smokin exotic
Hit the dealership won't stay long
Brand new whip i cop it
And them shooters gonna shoot if i say soo
Full clip they aint stoppin
I got money i stuff my pockets
4PF yeen usin no wallet
Bad ass bitch she aint got no milage
Shawty do her own thang she in college yeah
Hatin' ass niggas cuz im poppin yeah
Tryna run down then we gon pop his ass
Hit the store ain't take it back we poppin' tags
Writer(s): Ametriyus Thomas
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