Keeping it lit forsure
I take your hoe forsure
Go get the bag secure
Forsure
Forsure
Forsure
These haters mad forsure
They keepin' up tabs forsure
It's not finna last forsure
Forsure
Forsure
Forsure
Thumbing thru hunnits
Where I go I'm runnin'
Run in your shit dumpin'
Hundred rounds in a thumper
It's going down like thunder
In the hood like I'm Suge
Baby
No need to panic access granted
In the cut like a band-aid
S class two door
Milly rock I need two more
Walk in the spot with two hoes
One night Two shows
Bro code Broke hoes
Baby, Keepin' it simple
I catch a opp and I pop him like pimples
Aye
Certain
She shake that ass for a birkin'
I throw the ones and she twerking
Purgin
Looking for opps
My demons be searchin'
Aye Aye
They on your block they lurkin'
Hoes Curving
There go Jig
In the foreign he swerving
Cash Splurging
Bad Bitch she flirting
She on my dick
She a virgin
Aye aye aye
Oh my god I'm so lit
I'm the man
I'm the shit aye
Aye aye aye
I ride thru this bitch
You know I'm in a tinted
All my shit paid for
Ain't none of it rented
I'm in your hood
And my access is granted
Two bitches One of me
Call it a sandwich
I'm in your hoe like a tampon
She shake her ass it go bom bom
I tell a hater it's my time
No 50 Cent hit em nine times
Got a bad bitch
And she loving the baby
Have it your way
I'm the king of my city
Pay em no mind
All I give em is pity
Walk in this bitch and I bop like I'm Diddy
F*ck everybody not showing no pity
Opps Mad
They sister bad
I let my money talk
I don't flex
I popped pill
I just hope it ain't pressed
Two twins they bad
I hit em once and I pass
I'm richer than everybody from my class
Lotta guns and we smokin' on gas
Lotta niggas see through like glass
Aye aye
Nocare Spazz
Don't play with me bitch
I got chopper my ass
Catch you in traffic
Make sure that you crash
Keeping it lit forsure
I take your hoe forsure
Go get the bag secure
Forsure
Forsure
Forsure
These haters mad forsure
They keepin' up tabs forsure
It's not finna last forsure
Forsure
Forsure
Forsure
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Keeping it lit forsure
I take your hoe forsure
Go get the bag secure
Forsure
Forsure
Forsure
These haters mad forsure
They keepin' up tabs forsure
It's not finna last forsure
Forsure
Forsure
Forsure
Thumbing thru hunnits
Where I go I'm runnin'
Run in your shit dumpin'
Hundred rounds in a thumper
It's going down like thunder
In the hood like I'm Suge
Baby
No need to panic access granted
In the cut like a band-aid
S class two door
Milly rock I need two more
Walk in the spot with two hoes
One night Two shows
Bro code Broke hoes
Baby, Keepin' it simple
I catch a opp and I pop him like pimples
Aye
Certain
She shake that ass for a birkin'
I throw the ones and she twerking
Purgin
Looking for opps
My demons be searchin'
Aye Aye
They on your block they lurkin'
Hoes Curving
There go Jig
In the foreign he swerving
Cash Splurging
Bad Bitch she flirting
She on my dick
She a virgin
Aye aye aye
Oh my god I'm so lit
I'm the man
I'm the shit aye
Aye aye aye
I ride thru this bitch
You know I'm in a tinted
All my shit paid for
Ain't none of it rented
I'm in your hood
And my access is granted
Two bitches One of me
Call it a sandwich
I'm in your hoe like a tampon
She shake her ass it go bom bom
I tell a hater it's my time
No 50 Cent hit em nine times
Got a bad bitch
And she loving the baby
Have it your way
I'm the king of my city
Pay em no mind
All I give em is pity
Walk in this bitch and I bop like I'm Diddy
F*ck everybody not showing no pity
Opps Mad
They sister bad
I let my money talk
I don't flex
I popped pill
I just hope it ain't pressed
Two twins they bad
I hit em once and I pass
I'm richer than everybody from my class
Lotta guns and we smokin' on gas
Lotta niggas see through like glass
Aye aye
Nocare Spazz
Don't play with me bitch
I got chopper my ass
Catch you in traffic
Make sure that you crash
Keeping it lit forsure
I take your hoe forsure
Go get the bag secure
Forsure
Forsure
Forsure
These haters mad forsure
They keepin' up tabs forsure
It's not finna last forsure
Forsure
Forsure
Forsure
I take your hoe forsure
Go get the bag secure
Forsure
Forsure
Forsure
These haters mad forsure
They keepin' up tabs forsure
It's not finna last forsure
Forsure
Forsure
Forsure
Thumbing thru hunnits
Where I go I'm runnin'
Run in your shit dumpin'
Hundred rounds in a thumper
It's going down like thunder
In the hood like I'm Suge
Baby
No need to panic access granted
In the cut like a band-aid
S class two door
Milly rock I need two more
Walk in the spot with two hoes
One night Two shows
Bro code Broke hoes
Baby, Keepin' it simple
I catch a opp and I pop him like pimples
Aye
Certain
She shake that ass for a birkin'
I throw the ones and she twerking
Purgin
Looking for opps
My demons be searchin'
Aye Aye
They on your block they lurkin'
Hoes Curving
There go Jig
In the foreign he swerving
Cash Splurging
Bad Bitch she flirting
She on my dick
She a virgin
Aye aye aye
Oh my god I'm so lit
I'm the man
I'm the shit aye
Aye aye aye
I ride thru this bitch
You know I'm in a tinted
All my shit paid for
Ain't none of it rented
I'm in your hood
And my access is granted
Two bitches One of me
Call it a sandwich
I'm in your hoe like a tampon
She shake her ass it go bom bom
I tell a hater it's my time
No 50 Cent hit em nine times
Got a bad bitch
And she loving the baby
Have it your way
I'm the king of my city
Pay em no mind
All I give em is pity
Walk in this bitch and I bop like I'm Diddy
F*ck everybody not showing no pity
Opps Mad
They sister bad
I let my money talk
I don't flex
I popped pill
I just hope it ain't pressed
Two twins they bad
I hit em once and I pass
I'm richer than everybody from my class
Lotta guns and we smokin' on gas
Lotta niggas see through like glass
Aye aye
Nocare Spazz
Don't play with me bitch
I got chopper my ass
Catch you in traffic
Make sure that you crash
Keeping it lit forsure
I take your hoe forsure
Go get the bag secure
Forsure
Forsure
Forsure
These haters mad forsure
They keepin' up tabs forsure
It's not finna last forsure
Forsure
Forsure
Forsure
Writer: Babar Babar, Jenish Bhagwakar
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid, Songtrust Ave
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid, Songtrust Ave