GGP ooh, lolli ooh
I'm still high i pull up stuntin'
Trying to get some money
Through with the onion sosa on the beat
Ayy, I pull up stuntin'
I was trying to get some money
I came through with the onion
They say that shit smellin' funky
The cops pulled over me
They say they ass smellin' weed
'Cause I be smoking on the Tooka
And you be smoking on the fookah
I've been smokin' on the dope
Made my lungs black, oh well
You better stand where you at
Don't try me, pussy, don't go there
You better watch your hoe
Cause' she give me top so well
All the Keke's call my phone
They hit me like I got a dope sale
I'm ringin' like I got a doorbell
All my fiends and they say give 'em more hell
Hop out the whip, it feel like the floor fell
He squeeze, he can't breathe
Give him more air
I'ma wait outside his house and
Build a fort there
Midnight, ring his bell, give him more mail
Gotta lot of beef, taco meat, more shells
You know my cash longer than your whore hair
Ayy, I pull up stuntin'
I was trying to get some money
I came through with the onion
They say that shit smellin' funky
The cops pulled over me
They say they ass smellin' weed
'Cause I be smoking on the Tooka
And you be smoking on the fookah
The cops pulled me over and I swerved on 'em
He say he smoke Tooka, he got nerve on him
Your bird boring, call another bird over
He think he hard 'cause he got shot but
We gon' put another burn on him
Bitch thinks she's bad, gotta curse on her
I be fresh to death
I grab the hearse for him stop hatin'
Sit back and you can learn somethin'
Bitch, I'm Cyclops
I'm always tryna burn somethin'
I know you need some money
And you can get some
Wipe me down to the ground, like I spilt some
Enough about you, here your bitch come
I was doin nothin' and she suck
Me off like I did somethin'
I don't talk about muscles when I
Say I got big guns you think you real
But your ass really fiction
You niggas really pussy
I'ma get you all some tampons
You want a autograph
I need something to put my step on
Ayy, I pull up stuntin'
I was trying to get some money
I came through with the onion
They say that shit smellin' funky
The cops pulled over me
They say they ass smellin' weed
'Cause I be smoking on the Tooka
And you be smoking on the fookah
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GGP ooh, lolli ooh
I'm still high i pull up stuntin'
Trying to get some money
Through with the onion sosa on the beat
Ayy, I pull up stuntin'
I was trying to get some money
I came through with the onion
They say that shit smellin' funky
The cops pulled over me
They say they ass smellin' weed
'Cause I be smoking on the Tooka
And you be smoking on the fookah
I've been smokin' on the dope
Made my lungs black, oh well
You better stand where you at
Don't try me, pussy, don't go there
You better watch your hoe
Cause' she give me top so well
All the Keke's call my phone
They hit me like I got a dope sale
I'm ringin' like I got a doorbell
All my fiends and they say give 'em more hell
Hop out the whip, it feel like the floor fell
He squeeze, he can't breathe
Give him more air
I'ma wait outside his house and
Build a fort there
Midnight, ring his bell, give him more mail
Gotta lot of beef, taco meat, more shells
You know my cash longer than your whore hair
Ayy, I pull up stuntin'
I was trying to get some money
I came through with the onion
They say that shit smellin' funky
The cops pulled over me
They say they ass smellin' weed
'Cause I be smoking on the Tooka
And you be smoking on the fookah
The cops pulled me over and I swerved on 'em
He say he smoke Tooka, he got nerve on him
Your bird boring, call another bird over
He think he hard 'cause he got shot but
We gon' put another burn on him
Bitch thinks she's bad, gotta curse on her
I be fresh to death
I grab the hearse for him stop hatin'
Sit back and you can learn somethin'
Bitch, I'm Cyclops
I'm always tryna burn somethin'
I know you need some money
And you can get some
Wipe me down to the ground, like I spilt some
Enough about you, here your bitch come
I was doin nothin' and she suck
Me off like I did somethin'
I don't talk about muscles when I
Say I got big guns you think you real
But your ass really fiction
You niggas really pussy
I'ma get you all some tampons
You want a autograph
I need something to put my step on
Ayy, I pull up stuntin'
I was trying to get some money
I came through with the onion
They say that shit smellin' funky
The cops pulled over me
They say they ass smellin' weed
'Cause I be smoking on the Tooka
And you be smoking on the fookah
I'm still high i pull up stuntin'
Trying to get some money
Through with the onion sosa on the beat
Ayy, I pull up stuntin'
I was trying to get some money
I came through with the onion
They say that shit smellin' funky
The cops pulled over me
They say they ass smellin' weed
'Cause I be smoking on the Tooka
And you be smoking on the fookah
I've been smokin' on the dope
Made my lungs black, oh well
You better stand where you at
Don't try me, pussy, don't go there
You better watch your hoe
Cause' she give me top so well
All the Keke's call my phone
They hit me like I got a dope sale
I'm ringin' like I got a doorbell
All my fiends and they say give 'em more hell
Hop out the whip, it feel like the floor fell
He squeeze, he can't breathe
Give him more air
I'ma wait outside his house and
Build a fort there
Midnight, ring his bell, give him more mail
Gotta lot of beef, taco meat, more shells
You know my cash longer than your whore hair
Ayy, I pull up stuntin'
I was trying to get some money
I came through with the onion
They say that shit smellin' funky
The cops pulled over me
They say they ass smellin' weed
'Cause I be smoking on the Tooka
And you be smoking on the fookah
The cops pulled me over and I swerved on 'em
He say he smoke Tooka, he got nerve on him
Your bird boring, call another bird over
He think he hard 'cause he got shot but
We gon' put another burn on him
Bitch thinks she's bad, gotta curse on her
I be fresh to death
I grab the hearse for him stop hatin'
Sit back and you can learn somethin'
Bitch, I'm Cyclops
I'm always tryna burn somethin'
I know you need some money
And you can get some
Wipe me down to the ground, like I spilt some
Enough about you, here your bitch come
I was doin nothin' and she suck
Me off like I did somethin'
I don't talk about muscles when I
Say I got big guns you think you real
But your ass really fiction
You niggas really pussy
I'ma get you all some tampons
You want a autograph
I need something to put my step on
Ayy, I pull up stuntin'
I was trying to get some money
I came through with the onion
They say that shit smellin' funky
The cops pulled over me
They say they ass smellin' weed
'Cause I be smoking on the Tooka
And you be smoking on the fookah
Writer: Carlton Mays, Radric Davis
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Copyright: Lyrics © Ultra Tunes, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.