Just hit the plug like B-Dag, I just want a pound of it
I need that gas, stink that I might need a double-mint
Just hit the Za, my homie ask me why I buffering
She blow the gasket off my head, now her mouth covering
All black shooter, Donwikk could be my government
I done lost a bag, I made it back, my money doubling
He done f*ck up, he roster, cause that bitch was troubling
You don't know that your big homie weak, that he need supplements
Before you slide, you gotta think, don't ever slide up in your car
Had to cut Lashadi off, because Lashadi love to talk
She done had my name, running up and down like Pau Gasol
I'm like what the f*ck somebody get this bitch before she lost
Capping ass niggas never know when they be wrong
Got me mixing up a double cup with Hennessy and stones
The way I f*ck her, she could never leave me alone
I made that thing wetter than a river, from back home
I used to starve nigga, ain't gonna lie, I came a long way
Shout out my brothers, they the ones that put me in place
I know my style is special, carrying up your heartbeat
Just get a bag and chill, nigga, let us levitate
Just hit the plug like B-Dag, I just want a pound of it
I need that gas, stink that I might need a double-mint
Just hit the Za, my homie ask me why I buffering
She blow the gasket off my head, now her mouth covering
All black shooter, Donwikk could be my government
I done lost a bag, I made it back, my money doubling
He done f*ck up, he roster, cause that bitch was troubling
You don't know that your big homie weak, that he need supplements
Yeah, just hit the gas, now I lit if she got friends
Then that's a fit, pretty face, pretty smile
She be fine, I must admit, how you feeling
Headphones on my ears, I be chilling with my demons
Thinking but out loud, can you hear me, am I dreaming
Feeling like I'm Tyler, I got motion, how you feeling
Uh-uh, I ain't stopping till a mill
Younglings spinning blocks, they ain't stopping till I kill
Bitch, like where the money, man, just point me to the hills
Bitch, like where the money, man, just point me to the hills
To the hills, where the, uh, where the hills
Uh, stop inside the room it gives you chills
Give you a chills, give you a chills, give you a chills
Give you a chills, give you a chills
Yeah
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Just hit the plug like B-Dag, I just want a pound of it
I need that gas, stink that I might need a double-mint
Just hit the Za, my homie ask me why I buffering
She blow the gasket off my head, now her mouth covering
All black shooter, Donwikk could be my government
I done lost a bag, I made it back, my money doubling
He done f*ck up, he roster, cause that bitch was troubling
You don't know that your big homie weak, that he need supplements
Before you slide, you gotta think, don't ever slide up in your car
Had to cut Lashadi off, because Lashadi love to talk
She done had my name, running up and down like Pau Gasol
I'm like what the f*ck somebody get this bitch before she lost
Capping ass niggas never know when they be wrong
Got me mixing up a double cup with Hennessy and stones
The way I f*ck her, she could never leave me alone
I made that thing wetter than a river, from back home
I used to starve nigga, ain't gonna lie, I came a long way
Shout out my brothers, they the ones that put me in place
I know my style is special, carrying up your heartbeat
Just get a bag and chill, nigga, let us levitate
Just hit the plug like B-Dag, I just want a pound of it
I need that gas, stink that I might need a double-mint
Just hit the Za, my homie ask me why I buffering
She blow the gasket off my head, now her mouth covering
All black shooter, Donwikk could be my government
I done lost a bag, I made it back, my money doubling
He done f*ck up, he roster, cause that bitch was troubling
You don't know that your big homie weak, that he need supplements
Yeah, just hit the gas, now I lit if she got friends
Then that's a fit, pretty face, pretty smile
She be fine, I must admit, how you feeling
Headphones on my ears, I be chilling with my demons
Thinking but out loud, can you hear me, am I dreaming
Feeling like I'm Tyler, I got motion, how you feeling
Uh-uh, I ain't stopping till a mill
Younglings spinning blocks, they ain't stopping till I kill
Bitch, like where the money, man, just point me to the hills
Bitch, like where the money, man, just point me to the hills
To the hills, where the, uh, where the hills
Uh, stop inside the room it gives you chills
Give you a chills, give you a chills, give you a chills
Give you a chills, give you a chills
Yeah
I need that gas, stink that I might need a double-mint
Just hit the Za, my homie ask me why I buffering
She blow the gasket off my head, now her mouth covering
All black shooter, Donwikk could be my government
I done lost a bag, I made it back, my money doubling
He done f*ck up, he roster, cause that bitch was troubling
You don't know that your big homie weak, that he need supplements
Before you slide, you gotta think, don't ever slide up in your car
Had to cut Lashadi off, because Lashadi love to talk
She done had my name, running up and down like Pau Gasol
I'm like what the f*ck somebody get this bitch before she lost
Capping ass niggas never know when they be wrong
Got me mixing up a double cup with Hennessy and stones
The way I f*ck her, she could never leave me alone
I made that thing wetter than a river, from back home
I used to starve nigga, ain't gonna lie, I came a long way
Shout out my brothers, they the ones that put me in place
I know my style is special, carrying up your heartbeat
Just get a bag and chill, nigga, let us levitate
Just hit the plug like B-Dag, I just want a pound of it
I need that gas, stink that I might need a double-mint
Just hit the Za, my homie ask me why I buffering
She blow the gasket off my head, now her mouth covering
All black shooter, Donwikk could be my government
I done lost a bag, I made it back, my money doubling
He done f*ck up, he roster, cause that bitch was troubling
You don't know that your big homie weak, that he need supplements
Yeah, just hit the gas, now I lit if she got friends
Then that's a fit, pretty face, pretty smile
She be fine, I must admit, how you feeling
Headphones on my ears, I be chilling with my demons
Thinking but out loud, can you hear me, am I dreaming
Feeling like I'm Tyler, I got motion, how you feeling
Uh-uh, I ain't stopping till a mill
Younglings spinning blocks, they ain't stopping till I kill
Bitch, like where the money, man, just point me to the hills
Bitch, like where the money, man, just point me to the hills
To the hills, where the, uh, where the hills
Uh, stop inside the room it gives you chills
Give you a chills, give you a chills, give you a chills
Give you a chills, give you a chills
Yeah
Writer: Donaldson Layne, Marik Pemberton
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