These jeans fit perfect bones
On the side of the shit...
Shops open that mean bone outside on
His shit uh...
I need another seven like wtf...
Cop a bag from my nigga
Roll up a blunt it got me stuck...
Neosporin I'm in the cut
When I was broke I was in a rut...
She wanted a bbl then got mad cause
I told her to run it up...
She practice practice got me out here
Feeling like bubba chuck...
I dodged a bullet stupid bitch woulda
Had me on the I V SON...
But that's another subject...
In school I was skipping subjects...
Every class but math cause in life you gon
Need that subject...
I was waiting on my turn but the coach
Ain't call a sub yet...
Like shorty how you pregnant rollin up you
Ain't drop ya cub yet...
Them type of bitches want a ring like they
Ain't clean they tub yet...
I need me a smart loyal queen with pussy like
A faucet...
Balenciaga shoes Balenciaga top
And I got a Balenciaga dad hat on
To make the Balenciaga POP
Didn't know how to cook it gave it
To tweet and his moms made it lock
Came back cheesing like teach us that shit with a pocket full of knots...
She said go in the kitchen and cut the stove on
And put water in the pot it's all wrist work left to right
And you gonna watch it lock
Uh
Money to get bun a spliff grabba
Like bacon bits I see a spot I burn it down
It's Time to shake this shit shorty you got me hypnotized
The way you shake ya shit cup yellow drank purple
Looking like some laker shit shorty yellow weed purple
Yea that be my laker bitch posting rackeys on that gram niggas gon take ya shit...
Gumbo got me high high
Like hoochie why ya eyes so
Low I'm off that ZAZA
I add that tappedinn to make the blunt Hot Hot
Certain niggas shouldn't be around
They make the block Hot Hot
Lately my hands been full I'm holding
All this pain...
So what is you gon hold...
I seen a fien go and cop a bag...
And did the tootsie roll...
Ya bank roll small especially
Next to mines ya shits a tootsie
Roll...
My shit gotta be put in rubber bands
Cas the shit won't fold...
What do you like a lot of four play
You acting like a brat...
My Pennie's making me proud
It's calling me and it sound like
Kyla pratt...
I wanna lay you down here
Like a durag and clump of Dax...
Brand new marni shit I was tap
Dancing in the 5th of sax...
I done lost it all but I'm the type
Who double up when i get it
Back...
Gumbo got me high high
Like hoochie why ya eyes so
Low I'm off that ZAZA
I add that tappedinn to make the blunt Hot Hot
Certain niggas shouldn't be around
They make the block Hot Hot
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These jeans fit perfect bones
On the side of the shit...
Shops open that mean bone outside on
His shit uh...
I need another seven like wtf...
Cop a bag from my nigga
Roll up a blunt it got me stuck...
Neosporin I'm in the cut
When I was broke I was in a rut...
She wanted a bbl then got mad cause
I told her to run it up...
She practice practice got me out here
Feeling like bubba chuck...
I dodged a bullet stupid bitch woulda
Had me on the I V SON...
But that's another subject...
In school I was skipping subjects...
Every class but math cause in life you gon
Need that subject...
I was waiting on my turn but the coach
Ain't call a sub yet...
Like shorty how you pregnant rollin up you
Ain't drop ya cub yet...
Them type of bitches want a ring like they
Ain't clean they tub yet...
I need me a smart loyal queen with pussy like
A faucet...
Balenciaga shoes Balenciaga top
And I got a Balenciaga dad hat on
To make the Balenciaga POP
Didn't know how to cook it gave it
To tweet and his moms made it lock
Came back cheesing like teach us that shit with a pocket full of knots...
She said go in the kitchen and cut the stove on
And put water in the pot it's all wrist work left to right
And you gonna watch it lock
Uh
Money to get bun a spliff grabba
Like bacon bits I see a spot I burn it down
It's Time to shake this shit shorty you got me hypnotized
The way you shake ya shit cup yellow drank purple
Looking like some laker shit shorty yellow weed purple
Yea that be my laker bitch posting rackeys on that gram niggas gon take ya shit...
Gumbo got me high high
Like hoochie why ya eyes so
Low I'm off that ZAZA
I add that tappedinn to make the blunt Hot Hot
Certain niggas shouldn't be around
They make the block Hot Hot
Lately my hands been full I'm holding
All this pain...
So what is you gon hold...
I seen a fien go and cop a bag...
And did the tootsie roll...
Ya bank roll small especially
Next to mines ya shits a tootsie
Roll...
My shit gotta be put in rubber bands
Cas the shit won't fold...
What do you like a lot of four play
You acting like a brat...
My Pennie's making me proud
It's calling me and it sound like
Kyla pratt...
I wanna lay you down here
Like a durag and clump of Dax...
Brand new marni shit I was tap
Dancing in the 5th of sax...
I done lost it all but I'm the type
Who double up when i get it
Back...
Gumbo got me high high
Like hoochie why ya eyes so
Low I'm off that ZAZA
I add that tappedinn to make the blunt Hot Hot
Certain niggas shouldn't be around
They make the block Hot Hot
On the side of the shit...
Shops open that mean bone outside on
His shit uh...
I need another seven like wtf...
Cop a bag from my nigga
Roll up a blunt it got me stuck...
Neosporin I'm in the cut
When I was broke I was in a rut...
She wanted a bbl then got mad cause
I told her to run it up...
She practice practice got me out here
Feeling like bubba chuck...
I dodged a bullet stupid bitch woulda
Had me on the I V SON...
But that's another subject...
In school I was skipping subjects...
Every class but math cause in life you gon
Need that subject...
I was waiting on my turn but the coach
Ain't call a sub yet...
Like shorty how you pregnant rollin up you
Ain't drop ya cub yet...
Them type of bitches want a ring like they
Ain't clean they tub yet...
I need me a smart loyal queen with pussy like
A faucet...
Balenciaga shoes Balenciaga top
And I got a Balenciaga dad hat on
To make the Balenciaga POP
Didn't know how to cook it gave it
To tweet and his moms made it lock
Came back cheesing like teach us that shit with a pocket full of knots...
She said go in the kitchen and cut the stove on
And put water in the pot it's all wrist work left to right
And you gonna watch it lock
Uh
Money to get bun a spliff grabba
Like bacon bits I see a spot I burn it down
It's Time to shake this shit shorty you got me hypnotized
The way you shake ya shit cup yellow drank purple
Looking like some laker shit shorty yellow weed purple
Yea that be my laker bitch posting rackeys on that gram niggas gon take ya shit...
Gumbo got me high high
Like hoochie why ya eyes so
Low I'm off that ZAZA
I add that tappedinn to make the blunt Hot Hot
Certain niggas shouldn't be around
They make the block Hot Hot
Lately my hands been full I'm holding
All this pain...
So what is you gon hold...
I seen a fien go and cop a bag...
And did the tootsie roll...
Ya bank roll small especially
Next to mines ya shits a tootsie
Roll...
My shit gotta be put in rubber bands
Cas the shit won't fold...
What do you like a lot of four play
You acting like a brat...
My Pennie's making me proud
It's calling me and it sound like
Kyla pratt...
I wanna lay you down here
Like a durag and clump of Dax...
Brand new marni shit I was tap
Dancing in the 5th of sax...
I done lost it all but I'm the type
Who double up when i get it
Back...
Gumbo got me high high
Like hoochie why ya eyes so
Low I'm off that ZAZA
I add that tappedinn to make the blunt Hot Hot
Certain niggas shouldn't be around
They make the block Hot Hot
Writer: Joseph Hope
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid