Off the drank lil bitch, yeah I'm swervin' in the coupe
Bitch I'm pourin' up that juice
On the gram, flexin' strips, lil nigga who is you
We finna strip him for the blues
Off the drank lil bitch, yeah I'm swervin' in the coupe
Bitch I'm pourin' up that juice
On the gram, flexin' strips, lil nigga who is you
We finna strip him for the blues
I just ran off with a deuce, lil nigga I'ma flip that
Bustin' Glocks if a nigga wanna chit chat
Talkin crazy out your neck, lil nigga get yo bitch back
I'm poppin' oxy while these niggas poppin' tic tacs
MGP in my cup, mix that shit with Ciroc
Get yo bitch on my crib, she said he beggin for the cock
I can never love a bitch, lil nigga I love my Glock
If a nigga wanna talk, we gon' get that nigga hawked
Bitch I walk 'em down, hawk 'em down in designer
Hella gold on my neck, lookin like a 49er
I been pourin' drank while you niggas sniffin' liners
F*cked yo bitch in the whip, had to hit the recliner (Bitch)
Off the drank lil bitch, yeah I'm swervin' in the coupe
Bitch I'm pourin' up that juice
On the gram, flexin' strips, lil nigga who is you
We finna strip him for the blues
Off the drank lil bitch, yeah I'm swervin' in the coupe
Bitch I'm pourin' up that juice
On the gram, flexin' strips, lil nigga who is you
We finna strip him for the blues
Sippin wock, no Ciroc, bitch I'm sippin' on that juice
Lil boy who is you
Got this dude talkin down, we finna strip him out his shoes
I can't f*ck with a thotty cause the bitch pussy loose
Put her on a blade, got her hoppin' out the coupe
Tell the bitch bring it in, need it all, not a few
Bitches actin' fake, yeah they actin' brand new
Makin hella plays, got me droppin' down the roof
Drop the top off the coupe, drivin' hella fast
Like I said before, yeah I need a bag
If you ain't got no money, get to walkin' fast
I ain't never f*ck with no broke sorry ass
Off the drank lil bitch, yeah I'm swervin' in the coupe
Bitch I'm pourin' up that juice
On the gram, flexin' strips, lil nigga who is you
We finna strip him for the blues
Off the drank lil bitch, yeah I'm swervin' in the coupe
Bitch I'm pourin' up that juice
On the gram, flexin' strips, lil nigga who is you
We finna strip him for the blues
392nxrco - Who Is U (feat. $py2fly) Lyrics
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Off the drank lil bitch, yeah I'm swervin' in the coupe
Bitch I'm pourin' up that juice
On the gram, flexin' strips, lil nigga who is you
We finna strip him for the blues
Off the drank lil bitch, yeah I'm swervin' in the coupe
Bitch I'm pourin' up that juice
On the gram, flexin' strips, lil nigga who is you
We finna strip him for the blues
I just ran off with a deuce, lil nigga I'ma flip that
Bustin' Glocks if a nigga wanna chit chat
Talkin crazy out your neck, lil nigga get yo bitch back
I'm poppin' oxy while these niggas poppin' tic tacs
MGP in my cup, mix that shit with Ciroc
Get yo bitch on my crib, she said he beggin for the cock
I can never love a bitch, lil nigga I love my Glock
If a nigga wanna talk, we gon' get that nigga hawked
Bitch I walk 'em down, hawk 'em down in designer
Hella gold on my neck, lookin like a 49er
I been pourin' drank while you niggas sniffin' liners
F*cked yo bitch in the whip, had to hit the recliner (Bitch)
Off the drank lil bitch, yeah I'm swervin' in the coupe
Bitch I'm pourin' up that juice
On the gram, flexin' strips, lil nigga who is you
We finna strip him for the blues
Off the drank lil bitch, yeah I'm swervin' in the coupe
Bitch I'm pourin' up that juice
On the gram, flexin' strips, lil nigga who is you
We finna strip him for the blues
Sippin wock, no Ciroc, bitch I'm sippin' on that juice
Lil boy who is you
Got this dude talkin down, we finna strip him out his shoes
I can't f*ck with a thotty cause the bitch pussy loose
Put her on a blade, got her hoppin' out the coupe
Tell the bitch bring it in, need it all, not a few
Bitches actin' fake, yeah they actin' brand new
Makin hella plays, got me droppin' down the roof
Drop the top off the coupe, drivin' hella fast
Like I said before, yeah I need a bag
If you ain't got no money, get to walkin' fast
I ain't never f*ck with no broke sorry ass
Off the drank lil bitch, yeah I'm swervin' in the coupe
Bitch I'm pourin' up that juice
On the gram, flexin' strips, lil nigga who is you
We finna strip him for the blues
Off the drank lil bitch, yeah I'm swervin' in the coupe
Bitch I'm pourin' up that juice
On the gram, flexin' strips, lil nigga who is you
We finna strip him for the blues
Bitch I'm pourin' up that juice
On the gram, flexin' strips, lil nigga who is you
We finna strip him for the blues
Off the drank lil bitch, yeah I'm swervin' in the coupe
Bitch I'm pourin' up that juice
On the gram, flexin' strips, lil nigga who is you
We finna strip him for the blues
I just ran off with a deuce, lil nigga I'ma flip that
Bustin' Glocks if a nigga wanna chit chat
Talkin crazy out your neck, lil nigga get yo bitch back
I'm poppin' oxy while these niggas poppin' tic tacs
MGP in my cup, mix that shit with Ciroc
Get yo bitch on my crib, she said he beggin for the cock
I can never love a bitch, lil nigga I love my Glock
If a nigga wanna talk, we gon' get that nigga hawked
Bitch I walk 'em down, hawk 'em down in designer
Hella gold on my neck, lookin like a 49er
I been pourin' drank while you niggas sniffin' liners
F*cked yo bitch in the whip, had to hit the recliner (Bitch)
Off the drank lil bitch, yeah I'm swervin' in the coupe
Bitch I'm pourin' up that juice
On the gram, flexin' strips, lil nigga who is you
We finna strip him for the blues
Off the drank lil bitch, yeah I'm swervin' in the coupe
Bitch I'm pourin' up that juice
On the gram, flexin' strips, lil nigga who is you
We finna strip him for the blues
Sippin wock, no Ciroc, bitch I'm sippin' on that juice
Lil boy who is you
Got this dude talkin down, we finna strip him out his shoes
I can't f*ck with a thotty cause the bitch pussy loose
Put her on a blade, got her hoppin' out the coupe
Tell the bitch bring it in, need it all, not a few
Bitches actin' fake, yeah they actin' brand new
Makin hella plays, got me droppin' down the roof
Drop the top off the coupe, drivin' hella fast
Like I said before, yeah I need a bag
If you ain't got no money, get to walkin' fast
I ain't never f*ck with no broke sorry ass
Off the drank lil bitch, yeah I'm swervin' in the coupe
Bitch I'm pourin' up that juice
On the gram, flexin' strips, lil nigga who is you
We finna strip him for the blues
Off the drank lil bitch, yeah I'm swervin' in the coupe
Bitch I'm pourin' up that juice
On the gram, flexin' strips, lil nigga who is you
We finna strip him for the blues
Writer: 392 Nxrco
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