Lyrics

Y'all can have the summer Top down in the winter with it Might cop a crib with a pool in it Just to have your favorite model skinny-dipping And it really wicked That's why your jaw wanna kick it with us I had to switch up the lingo on her Smoking natural green so my pen Everybody like, "Squad, squad, squad," but are they really with you? Arkansas to worldwide, finna show 'em how to really flip it They know we good in every hood and we great in every state I might flight out to Japan just to cop some Human Made, yeah I'm back on my bull- I'm back on my bull- I'm back on my, uh I'm back on my bull- I'm back on my, uh I'm back on my bull- I'm back on my bull- I'm back on my bull- I'm back on my, uh I'm back on my bull- I'm back on my, uh I'm back on my bull- Look, I skate through your town in an old-school And I kick and push it like Lupe Twelves in the truck wearing Boosie Hating on knock off your toupe Off of the lucid, for real, man I might hit the beach for a week Treat the old game like it's Vegas They know I'm playin' for keeps Don't take my kindness for weakness (oh no, oh no) I bring the word to these streets quick Don't say, "Now you owe me" That's the code if you ain't know it Samurai brought the drink through So you know we back reloaded (pass me my phone) No, I can't pick up the phone If the call ain't important, nah (let's go) I'm back on my bull- I'm back on my bull- I'm back on my, uh I'm back on my bull- I'm back on my, uh I'm back on my bull- I'm back on my bull- I'm back on my bull- I'm back on my, uh I'm back on my bull- I'm back on my, uh I'm back on my bull- Yeah I'm back on my bull- I'm back in my bag, I'm back in the pull pit I'm still on the Odyssey So please give me space, I'm back on my cool breeze (yup) These b- is under me And no, they can't stand it, b-, is you stupid? Could give you the syllabus, still can't keep up, b-, pick up the rubric (yup) I'm popping my sh-, you know how that go You know how I'm rocking, no hoe in my bones Been ten toes since two cellphones And I only push whips that's wrapped two-tone Respect my pimping When I'm on tea, only time I'm tripping Respect my pimping When I speak, you know they listen I'm back on my bull- I'm back on my I'm back on my, uh I'm back on my bull- I'm back on my, uh I'm back on my bull- I'm back on my bull- I'm back on my I'm back on my, uh I'm back on my bull- I'm back on my, uh I'm back on my bull- (uh, uh, uh, uh) Come outside, yeah Come outside, yeah, let's touch the road Went blonde on 'em like I'm Rodman in '94 Switch sides, we ain't never did that Got to keep it on me like the switch Know they heard no small talk I ain't got the time to chit-chat Blowing good dope and counting racks I'm just tryna live out a dream Grandma wanna see me on the screen Got to get it in by any means Can't nobody intervene Built this shit brick by brick Pulled a old school out garage It's about to be an event (Hahaha)
Writer(s): Rumeal Eggleston, Kari Johnson, Malik Flint, Alyssa Stephens, Amaire Johnson Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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