Yeah...
I got the AP bussin, my main bitch fussin
...man I'm tired of your mouth
I bout to move out and get whole new house
And have a few hoes running in & out
Yes I wanna see what the head bout
She thick in the thighs, and just gave me her address
..... ask me when I'm pulling up
I told her I be there as soon as the package there
I work my moves I don't think imma stop
Few trolls won't post when a nigga get popped
We deep on the road with the sticks in the dip
There's felons in here.. why you think imma stop?
My Brodie my rollie, we really gon rock
Never thought I see him dead, if I take his shot
Love my niggas, cause they all I got
It's against your guys, til the day we die
My lil baby calling, want me come home but I'm outside with the man
Bottega boots, and Celine pants like she drip from Dapper Dan
I'm feeding you racks in advance, some other niggas don't have a chance
I'm on your mind, you on my mind... I pull up to give your mind a trance
I got the AP bussin, my main bitch fussin
...man I'm tired of your mouth
I bout to move out and get whole new house
And have a few hoes running in & out
Yes I wanna see what head bout
She thick in the thighs, and just gave me her address
..... ask me when I'm pulling up
I told her I be there as soon as the package there
I work my moves I don't imma stop
Few trolls won't post when a nigga get popped
We deep in the road with the sticks in the dip
Few felons in here.. why you think imma stop?
My Brodie my rollie, we really gon rock
Never thought I see him dead, if I take his shot
Love my niggas, cause they all I got
It's against your guys, til the day we die
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English
Yeah...
I got the AP bussin, my main bitch fussin
...man I'm tired of your mouth
I bout to move out and get whole new house
And have a few hoes running in & out
Yes I wanna see what the head bout
She thick in the thighs, and just gave me her address
..... ask me when I'm pulling up
I told her I be there as soon as the package there
I work my moves I don't think imma stop
Few trolls won't post when a nigga get popped
We deep on the road with the sticks in the dip
There's felons in here.. why you think imma stop?
My Brodie my rollie, we really gon rock
Never thought I see him dead, if I take his shot
Love my niggas, cause they all I got
It's against your guys, til the day we die
My lil baby calling, want me come home but I'm outside with the man
Bottega boots, and Celine pants like she drip from Dapper Dan
I'm feeding you racks in advance, some other niggas don't have a chance
I'm on your mind, you on my mind... I pull up to give your mind a trance
I got the AP bussin, my main bitch fussin
...man I'm tired of your mouth
I bout to move out and get whole new house
And have a few hoes running in & out
Yes I wanna see what head bout
She thick in the thighs, and just gave me her address
..... ask me when I'm pulling up
I told her I be there as soon as the package there
I work my moves I don't imma stop
Few trolls won't post when a nigga get popped
We deep in the road with the sticks in the dip
Few felons in here.. why you think imma stop?
My Brodie my rollie, we really gon rock
Never thought I see him dead, if I take his shot
Love my niggas, cause they all I got
It's against your guys, til the day we die
I got the AP bussin, my main bitch fussin
...man I'm tired of your mouth
I bout to move out and get whole new house
And have a few hoes running in & out
Yes I wanna see what the head bout
She thick in the thighs, and just gave me her address
..... ask me when I'm pulling up
I told her I be there as soon as the package there
I work my moves I don't think imma stop
Few trolls won't post when a nigga get popped
We deep on the road with the sticks in the dip
There's felons in here.. why you think imma stop?
My Brodie my rollie, we really gon rock
Never thought I see him dead, if I take his shot
Love my niggas, cause they all I got
It's against your guys, til the day we die
My lil baby calling, want me come home but I'm outside with the man
Bottega boots, and Celine pants like she drip from Dapper Dan
I'm feeding you racks in advance, some other niggas don't have a chance
I'm on your mind, you on my mind... I pull up to give your mind a trance
I got the AP bussin, my main bitch fussin
...man I'm tired of your mouth
I bout to move out and get whole new house
And have a few hoes running in & out
Yes I wanna see what head bout
She thick in the thighs, and just gave me her address
..... ask me when I'm pulling up
I told her I be there as soon as the package there
I work my moves I don't imma stop
Few trolls won't post when a nigga get popped
We deep in the road with the sticks in the dip
Few felons in here.. why you think imma stop?
My Brodie my rollie, we really gon rock
Never thought I see him dead, if I take his shot
Love my niggas, cause they all I got
It's against your guys, til the day we die
Writer: Prod Kasy, Samuel Fields
Copyright: Lyrics © Too Lost LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Too Lost LLC