Lyrics

We just vibin', We get to slidin Late night out with you It's 1 in the morning this bitch goin tryna see what it do & she can't come with just 1 friend I told her to bring 2 This the same bitch wouldn't look my way back up in school Back of the maybach Leaning her face back Thirty Clip coming right off where his face at He calling late night "Where is my bae at" and when I get done I'm sending his bae back I'm spinning hoes everyday like a beyblade Shit deep i ain't come here to play play Designer shoes prada shoes on a off day Moncler i ain't goin the Lacoste way Trappin sun up to sun down Young nigga he take ya head for the bread Get a call and he gone run down Niggas pussy wavin white flags It up it's stuck and it come down I got love for all my niggas Id spend a Dub on all my niggas I put trust in all my niggas (Aye) Trappin sun up to sun down Nigga said dat it was smoke with my niggas We smokin dat boy like a pound We put dat boy in the ground We smoke on him right now Potato the barrel it silence the sound I heard he lived so we spinnin around Fuck it We finna step on em Throw up 4s That's the gang imma rep on em Come around they treat me like the big homie She like my status she say that it's giving I hit the south to go fuck wit lil wicked (Yea) We got dem bowls in Rockin fear of god We fearing no man And I'm strapped like don't mess with the Zohan And these niggas don't spin like a broke fan I was jus fucked up I had to go get it Went to Cali and back with dem bags Now my prices the lowest Come check out my ticket Fuckin up the whole city Ever since 2014 I ain't seen no midget Put a hole in his fitted He died without a gun So why that young nigga fidget Get a thrill when that stick get to hitting Back of the maybach Leaning her face back Thirty Clip coming right off where his face at He calling late night "Where is my bae at" and when I get done I'm sending his bae back I'm spinning hoes everyday like a beyblade Shit deep I ain't come here to play play Designer shoes prada shoes on a off day Moncler I ain't goin the Lacoste way Trapping sun up to sun down Young nigga he take ya head for the bread Get a call and he gone run down Niggas pussy waving white flags It up it's stuck and it come down I got love for all my niggas Id spend a Dub on all my niggas I put trust in all my niggas (Aye)
Writer(s): Aarron Mackins Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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