Yuh yuh
Uh
Yuh yuh yuh
Came in this bitch
I don't give a f*ck about no hoe
These hoes gonna f*ck me regardless
So f*ck that bitch and f*ck my old bitch
I'm in the b with the wings
Trap on the block and you know that we serve hot wings
Horses in it, it take off like a Pegasus
Brodie gave me the rock
Beat the block til it's sediment
Bad bitch on me and she heaven sent
I can't wife her cause she go through my messages
I don't got tote a stick cause my bro tote an F&N
Give a f*ck bout a bitch I'm tryna run up some M&M's
Young nigga trap with the team
Trap out that Nissan
I'm doing my thing
Back in high school I was skimping my classmates
In the hallways with them niggas with bad grades
I'm going back to my bad ways
In the cut with my bloodas
Pop out f*ck a band-aid, oooh damn
Took that bitch back to my man cave
F*ck that hoe once, made her socials my fan page
We get it started
The fee that I'm charging
All the beans that im popping done
Leave me, retarted
I lost my keys in my car I don't need them to start it
Let your bitch hit the bong
Now she wheezing and coughing
And my skills all madden
Like we playing offense
Bitch I'm like heat to the tropics
You serving ? come cop it
We got that's syrup that shit leave you nauseous
I can't serve with these niggas they hot like a pocket
Came in this bitch with a whole lotta cash
F*cked up the foreign while driving too fast
I don't want your face lil bitch , I want your ass
I stepped out for a swerve I'll be back in a flash
200 bands in a rubber band
Designer my fit I been shopping in France
Pitching that work to my man underhand
I'm popping percs I don't pop no more xans
Trap out that hellcat I'm doing my thing
F*cking these hoes cause these bitches be green
I'm pouring up cause I'm in love with lean
Drop in the ice now she though it was sleet
Big boss bet and these lil niggas sheep
These not what they claiming to be
I put my trust in some niggas they let me down
Put the pack in the bag and we send it out
Never capping I stick to my word like wedding vow
I done ran up my bands Lil nigga I could tell you how
I lost my way found a better route
I get the work , hit the block and I'm selling out
I'm in the b with the wings
Trap on the block and you know that's we serve hot wings
Birds in the trap and they sing
I need a crown bitch I think imma king, oooh
Walk in this bitch
Act like
You notice me
I got the gas
Cookies
No Ovaltine
Selling weed since I was 17
Trap out the hellcat I'm doing my thing
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Yuh yuh
Uh
Yuh yuh yuh
Came in this bitch
I don't give a f*ck about no hoe
These hoes gonna f*ck me regardless
So f*ck that bitch and f*ck my old bitch
I'm in the b with the wings
Trap on the block and you know that we serve hot wings
Horses in it, it take off like a Pegasus
Brodie gave me the rock
Beat the block til it's sediment
Bad bitch on me and she heaven sent
I can't wife her cause she go through my messages
I don't got tote a stick cause my bro tote an F&N
Give a f*ck bout a bitch I'm tryna run up some M&M's
Young nigga trap with the team
Trap out that Nissan
I'm doing my thing
Back in high school I was skimping my classmates
In the hallways with them niggas with bad grades
I'm going back to my bad ways
In the cut with my bloodas
Pop out f*ck a band-aid, oooh damn
Took that bitch back to my man cave
F*ck that hoe once, made her socials my fan page
We get it started
The fee that I'm charging
All the beans that im popping done
Leave me, retarted
I lost my keys in my car I don't need them to start it
Let your bitch hit the bong
Now she wheezing and coughing
And my skills all madden
Like we playing offense
Bitch I'm like heat to the tropics
You serving ? come cop it
We got that's syrup that shit leave you nauseous
I can't serve with these niggas they hot like a pocket
Came in this bitch with a whole lotta cash
F*cked up the foreign while driving too fast
I don't want your face lil bitch , I want your ass
I stepped out for a swerve I'll be back in a flash
200 bands in a rubber band
Designer my fit I been shopping in France
Pitching that work to my man underhand
I'm popping percs I don't pop no more xans
Trap out that hellcat I'm doing my thing
F*cking these hoes cause these bitches be green
I'm pouring up cause I'm in love with lean
Drop in the ice now she though it was sleet
Big boss bet and these lil niggas sheep
These not what they claiming to be
I put my trust in some niggas they let me down
Put the pack in the bag and we send it out
Never capping I stick to my word like wedding vow
I done ran up my bands Lil nigga I could tell you how
I lost my way found a better route
I get the work , hit the block and I'm selling out
I'm in the b with the wings
Trap on the block and you know that's we serve hot wings
Birds in the trap and they sing
I need a crown bitch I think imma king, oooh
Walk in this bitch
Act like
You notice me
I got the gas
Cookies
No Ovaltine
Selling weed since I was 17
Trap out the hellcat I'm doing my thing
Uh
Yuh yuh yuh
Came in this bitch
I don't give a f*ck about no hoe
These hoes gonna f*ck me regardless
So f*ck that bitch and f*ck my old bitch
I'm in the b with the wings
Trap on the block and you know that we serve hot wings
Horses in it, it take off like a Pegasus
Brodie gave me the rock
Beat the block til it's sediment
Bad bitch on me and she heaven sent
I can't wife her cause she go through my messages
I don't got tote a stick cause my bro tote an F&N
Give a f*ck bout a bitch I'm tryna run up some M&M's
Young nigga trap with the team
Trap out that Nissan
I'm doing my thing
Back in high school I was skimping my classmates
In the hallways with them niggas with bad grades
I'm going back to my bad ways
In the cut with my bloodas
Pop out f*ck a band-aid, oooh damn
Took that bitch back to my man cave
F*ck that hoe once, made her socials my fan page
We get it started
The fee that I'm charging
All the beans that im popping done
Leave me, retarted
I lost my keys in my car I don't need them to start it
Let your bitch hit the bong
Now she wheezing and coughing
And my skills all madden
Like we playing offense
Bitch I'm like heat to the tropics
You serving ? come cop it
We got that's syrup that shit leave you nauseous
I can't serve with these niggas they hot like a pocket
Came in this bitch with a whole lotta cash
F*cked up the foreign while driving too fast
I don't want your face lil bitch , I want your ass
I stepped out for a swerve I'll be back in a flash
200 bands in a rubber band
Designer my fit I been shopping in France
Pitching that work to my man underhand
I'm popping percs I don't pop no more xans
Trap out that hellcat I'm doing my thing
F*cking these hoes cause these bitches be green
I'm pouring up cause I'm in love with lean
Drop in the ice now she though it was sleet
Big boss bet and these lil niggas sheep
These not what they claiming to be
I put my trust in some niggas they let me down
Put the pack in the bag and we send it out
Never capping I stick to my word like wedding vow
I done ran up my bands Lil nigga I could tell you how
I lost my way found a better route
I get the work , hit the block and I'm selling out
I'm in the b with the wings
Trap on the block and you know that's we serve hot wings
Birds in the trap and they sing
I need a crown bitch I think imma king, oooh
Walk in this bitch
Act like
You notice me
I got the gas
Cookies
No Ovaltine
Selling weed since I was 17
Trap out the hellcat I'm doing my thing
Writer: Willie Taylor
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid