Lyrics

Whip it up I got a duffle bag in my back seat Stick 'em up Know ima slide before you slat me Drip it up I had a Patek 'for I bought a house Cut it up Trap niggas know just what I'm talking 'bout Baby I can't trust you cause you playing games Fucking with my gang then we taking aim Baby Can't hear a hater when I'm switching lanes Fuckin with a big dawg So it's not the same Hit em myself no CO-D Dick so dope, she OD Did it the best, Kobe And niggas ain't check on me But I am cool lonely I got a cooler on me I got a heater on me Chrome Heart and Brioni Nigga it's your fault if you know my name I got a cold heart but you 'gon feel my pain Block was super hot but we 'gon make it rain Wishing they was in the pic cause of my Carti frames Match that, match that, in the back of the trap trap Pass that if she whack, ima pass back I was leaning off the ack and the za pack Lil Nigga we strapped like mad max He was Cooking up raw, anthrax You was fucking with the law, you a damn rat When you See us at the top cause we planned that Yeah we planned that nigga aye Whip it up I got a duffle bag in my back seat Stick 'em up Know ima slide before you slat me Drip it up I had a Patek 'for I bought a house Cut it up Trap niggas know just what I'm talking 'bout Baby I can't trust you cause you playing games Fucking with my gang then we taking aim Baby Can't hear a hater when I'm switching lanes Fuckin with a big dawg So it's not the same Aye Aye Fucking with a big dawg I'm in your city with sticks yup I never lack never slip up Oooh Only got one life But when you lit then you live twice Always on time cause my wrist bright Oooh Fly your bitch out, that's sneaky Want me to lose, can't beat me I kill that song, creepy, sleepy Rest in peace, in pieces Pop a whole pill, you need it Don't be weak, it's the weekend Even out the odds in the evening And you know my team play defense You know my team play offense I was fucking on your bitch real often She loving my pics, I'm awesome I get in my groove, you lost 'em Get in my bop, be cautious Stay in your lane, we lawless Stop drinking lean but I'm saucy I just popped 3 and I'm nauseous Whip it up I got a duffle bag in my back seat Stick 'em up Know ima slide before you slat me Drip it up I had a Patek 'for I bought a house Cut it up Trap niggas know just what I'm talking 'bout Baby I can't trust you cause you playing games Fucking with my gang then we taking aim Baby Can't hear a hater when I'm switching lanes Fuckin with a big dawg So it's not the same
Writer(s): Naquan Riley Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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