DopekiddGodly - Numbers Lyrics

Late night trap doing numbers
Want a big ass crib to give to my momma
Cut that bitch off I got tired of the drama
Stay with them killers we all ride with them lama
Thumbs threw bands my whole team want them commas
Roll up a wood of exotic
Bands hanging out both of my pockets
That 40 a plug holes in yo socket

Trap doing numbers yea
Give to my momma yea
I'm tired of the drama
Slide with them lamas yea
We want them commas yea
Smoke on exotic here
Bands out my pockets yea
Holes in yo socket yea

We hittin lick after lick for them commas yea
We ride around with them lamas we off the mids smoking exotic we got no time for the drama

I swear we be lit stay off the shit we ain't gone what to the summer
Choppers spit tear down yo crib you a think that that was jus drumming
We ain't gone play wen we coming hollows a spray while you running
All about money Gucci all over my body she want all this pipe in her tummy
Clutch on my heat if she think I'm a dummy
She say I'm her Clyde I call her my Bonnie
She bout a bag
Them fingers be thumbing
I bought her a bag filled it with commas
Hella bands hangin out my pocket 40 go off it a plug a socket ion gotta cock it
Jus rock it keep squeezing ion gone stop it hollows hit his body bet
He dropping there leave em in a room to rotten there big ass crib give to my momma yea
Ion got time for no drama here trap house doing numbers here