Lyrics

Mhm Baby hit me up Mmm baby hit me up What what What what Yea If you need me just look up I'm in the box seats Switching sides yearly takin notice yea I keep receipts Talkin bout the ops they sleepin tight we put em 6 feet (put em what) If you got a problem wit me hoe just hit me up Baddies in my phone talkin crazy tryna eat me up Hit the club late wit a shorty go and Tee me up If you got a problem wit me hoe just hit me up Baddies in my phone talkin crazy tryna eat me up Yea I'm tryna take it slow but fuck I'm heatin up keep the brand tight wit these double L's Im throwin up Throw up half a million stay back late and help her sweep it up Got me sayin go best friend fuck it up Can't be in ya feels in this industry it's cut throat History supreme 4 bill I wonder how it float Talkin bout ya music that's the shit that they just Can't promote Busy doin spins hit ya phone like you don't want the smoke Go and hit the block baby im the one they talkin bout the Lookin at ya life and I'm the one thing you can't live without Baggy jeans chrome hearts strapped up when I'm steppin out Sittin on some bullets fuck it's time I go and air em out If you got a problem wit me hoe just hit me up Baddies in my phone talkin crazy tryna eat me up Hit the club late wit a shorty go and Tee me up If you got a problem wit me hoe just hit me up If you need me just look up I'm in the box seats Switching sides yearly takin notice yea I keep receipts Talkin bout the ops they sleepin tight we put em 6 feet If you got a problem wit me hoe just hit me up Baddies in my phone talkin crazy tryna eat me up Hit the club late wit a shorty go and Tee me up If you got a problem wit me hoe just hit me up Baddies in my phone talkin crazy tryna eat me up Aye, what Tryna eat me up I just got my numbers back and fuck I gotta keep it up Cocaine bricks on my feet I just can't crease em up Tucked away it's quiet yea my dogs are just like family Busy placing bets on all the labels that could land me Keep tha sticky at the crib in case it come handy Women in my life that told me clearly they can't stand But they just get it twisted cause they tweakin off a plan b If you need me just look up I'm in the box seats Switching sides yearly takin notice yea I keep receipts Talkin bout the ops they sleepin tight we put em 6 feet If you got a problem wit me hoe just hit me up Baddies in my phone talkin crazy tryna eat me up Hit the club late wit a shorty go and Tee me up If you got a problem wit me hoe just hit me up Baddies in my phone talkin crazy tryna eat me up Aye Tryna eat me up If you got a problem wit me baby hit me up
Writer(s): Thomas Overend Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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