Lyrics

Got a 100 pounds coming in from Jamaica Smoking on this damn purple, like the fuckin Laker I just fuck on your thot now she wanna date me Tds White VVS, Grey SRT, It's a hellcat you hear it pass the street You playing defense we can't let it be You might see me pass the smoke and dope randomly You might hear me stop and hit the gas randomly I might ride pass in his bitch and spaz randomly You might see me hop out getting gas randomly You might see me picking up bag randomly I might randomly be in the trap?? I just wanna fuck her that's oh yeah! Swish swish swish?? ball yeah You might randomly see me in your hood I ain't gotta explain what he understood With the??? call me??? Your bitch said you was sexy chocolate now you fu White diamonds 'round my neck like a fuckin racist Smoking on this joint counting all this damn paper And I'm steady chasing guap so niggas steady hating Slop for this?? hoe now I'm fuckin skating White VVS, Grey SRT, It's a hellcat you hear it pass the street You playing defense we can't let it be You might see me pass the smoke and dope randomly You might hear me stop and hit the gas randomly I might ride pass in his bitch and spaz randomly You might see me hop out getting gas randomly You might see me picking bag a randomly Smoke out the 448 that's randomly Walk in the club 20 grands that's randomly Left out the club I ain't got no bands on me Play with them blue berries split yo' sandro ring Get the trap house jumping like a trampoline 4thpPerson I can't be on the feds magazine We at your head like yeah bitch, maybe it's Maybelline She heard my answer She got more water than sour cream 'cause I walk ahead with your head by my dick He the type of nigga who don't care 'bout his bitch Look my wrist this bitch feeling like a brick Brr Big bands like a sun up, I'm feeling like Grinch Might randomly pull up five five five like World War 2 She randomly see me in the Royce text like wasn't that you? Put her up. pour a cup like give me some of that juice (lean) she hopped in smoked that mother fucking smoke she was like give me some of that too (dope) Hard boy, black and white boy but all I see is green I don't see black and white boy Five sevens just told me fuck niggas my appetite boy Squeeze that bitch like a fruit made strawberry lemonade boy Ayy fam White VVS, Grey SRT, it's a hellcat you hear it pass the street You playing defense we can't let it be You might see me passing smoke and dope randomly You might hear me stop and hit the gas randomly I might ride pass his bitch and spaz randomly You might see me hop out getting gas randomly You might see me picking up a bag randomly Bihh!
Writer(s): Keith Cozart, Aaron Gilfenbain, Darron Rose, Jonathan Gabor Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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