Runnin' to the bag, you'll think , La Dev a, track star
Told that lil bitch, give me head, nigga, that part got
300 pounds in the whip, that's a fat car
Bitch, want me to cuff, I ain't finna take it that far
Nigga left his whip unlocked, we took the scat far
Jay got pounds for the low, he the trap star
Got Za Morant in the Nissan, it's in a glass jar
All the hoes wanna eat, dev up, I'm a snack bar
160 in the f*ckin' whip like it's NASCAR
Had to get the Nissan, cause I crashed the f*ckin' last car
Swear to God, I ain't even lyin' bout that last bar
In the Ville makin' plays, you'll think La Dev a Jaguar
Bitch, say I'm a animal, Madagascar
You can still make it to the top if you had a bad start
5% tint, just pulled up in a black car
Say Dev on fire like a match spark
Shit, kinda like a lighter flickin
Bro like to scam him, ask that boy, can he wire a chicken
Bitch, say my dick, KFC, shit finger lickin'
Finna touchdown with the pack, finna Michael Vick it
Sittin' back, countin' up bread like I love addition
Hit her from the back, she say, Dev, I love this position
Told the , bitch, I love her, but I don't know the definition
Catch a nigga out, how much you wanna bet we missin'?
Bro f*cked around and upped blick, seen the Smith & Wesson
Listen, when I'm talkin' on the beat, I be teachin' lessons
Got three backwoods and they punchin' in the f*ckin' session
I can show you to the f*ckin' light, call me Thomas Edison
Put my name on the f*ckin' ballot, I'ma run for president
Kill him on the scene, we come back if we left some evidence
Za Morant in the backwood, smoke it like it's medicine
I be raising hell, but I'm heaven sent
Runnin' to the bag, you'll think La Dev a track star
Told that lil' bitch, give me head, nigga, that part Got
Three hundred pounds in the whip, that's a fat car
Bitch want me to cuff, I ain't finna take it that far
Nigga left his whip, unlocked, we took the scat far
Jay got pounds for the low, he the trap star Got Za Morant in the Nissan, it's in the glass jar
All the hoes wanna eat, Dev, up, I'm a snack bar
Bitch
Thanks for watching
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Runnin' to the bag, you'll think , La Dev a, track star
Told that lil bitch, give me head, nigga, that part got
300 pounds in the whip, that's a fat car
Bitch, want me to cuff, I ain't finna take it that far
Nigga left his whip unlocked, we took the scat far
Jay got pounds for the low, he the trap star
Got Za Morant in the Nissan, it's in a glass jar
All the hoes wanna eat, dev up, I'm a snack bar
160 in the f*ckin' whip like it's NASCAR
Had to get the Nissan, cause I crashed the f*ckin' last car
Swear to God, I ain't even lyin' bout that last bar
In the Ville makin' plays, you'll think La Dev a Jaguar
Bitch, say I'm a animal, Madagascar
You can still make it to the top if you had a bad start
5% tint, just pulled up in a black car
Say Dev on fire like a match spark
Shit, kinda like a lighter flickin
Bro like to scam him, ask that boy, can he wire a chicken
Bitch, say my dick, KFC, shit finger lickin'
Finna touchdown with the pack, finna Michael Vick it
Sittin' back, countin' up bread like I love addition
Hit her from the back, she say, Dev, I love this position
Told the , bitch, I love her, but I don't know the definition
Catch a nigga out, how much you wanna bet we missin'?
Bro f*cked around and upped blick, seen the Smith & Wesson
Listen, when I'm talkin' on the beat, I be teachin' lessons
Got three backwoods and they punchin' in the f*ckin' session
I can show you to the f*ckin' light, call me Thomas Edison
Put my name on the f*ckin' ballot, I'ma run for president
Kill him on the scene, we come back if we left some evidence
Za Morant in the backwood, smoke it like it's medicine
I be raising hell, but I'm heaven sent
Runnin' to the bag, you'll think La Dev a track star
Told that lil' bitch, give me head, nigga, that part Got
Three hundred pounds in the whip, that's a fat car
Bitch want me to cuff, I ain't finna take it that far
Nigga left his whip, unlocked, we took the scat far
Jay got pounds for the low, he the trap star Got Za Morant in the Nissan, it's in the glass jar
All the hoes wanna eat, Dev, up, I'm a snack bar
Bitch
Thanks for watching
Told that lil bitch, give me head, nigga, that part got
300 pounds in the whip, that's a fat car
Bitch, want me to cuff, I ain't finna take it that far
Nigga left his whip unlocked, we took the scat far
Jay got pounds for the low, he the trap star
Got Za Morant in the Nissan, it's in a glass jar
All the hoes wanna eat, dev up, I'm a snack bar
160 in the f*ckin' whip like it's NASCAR
Had to get the Nissan, cause I crashed the f*ckin' last car
Swear to God, I ain't even lyin' bout that last bar
In the Ville makin' plays, you'll think La Dev a Jaguar
Bitch, say I'm a animal, Madagascar
You can still make it to the top if you had a bad start
5% tint, just pulled up in a black car
Say Dev on fire like a match spark
Shit, kinda like a lighter flickin
Bro like to scam him, ask that boy, can he wire a chicken
Bitch, say my dick, KFC, shit finger lickin'
Finna touchdown with the pack, finna Michael Vick it
Sittin' back, countin' up bread like I love addition
Hit her from the back, she say, Dev, I love this position
Told the , bitch, I love her, but I don't know the definition
Catch a nigga out, how much you wanna bet we missin'?
Bro f*cked around and upped blick, seen the Smith & Wesson
Listen, when I'm talkin' on the beat, I be teachin' lessons
Got three backwoods and they punchin' in the f*ckin' session
I can show you to the f*ckin' light, call me Thomas Edison
Put my name on the f*ckin' ballot, I'ma run for president
Kill him on the scene, we come back if we left some evidence
Za Morant in the backwood, smoke it like it's medicine
I be raising hell, but I'm heaven sent
Runnin' to the bag, you'll think La Dev a track star
Told that lil' bitch, give me head, nigga, that part Got
Three hundred pounds in the whip, that's a fat car
Bitch want me to cuff, I ain't finna take it that far
Nigga left his whip, unlocked, we took the scat far
Jay got pounds for the low, he the trap star Got Za Morant in the Nissan, it's in the glass jar
All the hoes wanna eat, Dev, up, I'm a snack bar
Bitch
Thanks for watching
Writer: Dev G
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid