Where you from?
Heaven
Could you date a girl that didn't know how to dress?
You mean, like you?
If you feel like I can't dress, yes
F*ck no
F*ck no, hell na (Maison Margiela Reeboks)
I do this shit every day, you don't be bout
When she eat up the dick, this hoe beatbox
MM, that's on my reebok
Latin, I told her ¡Arriba!
That's him? Boy, tell your hoe goodbye
Slide in, no, I'm not a good guy
Fully fed, we see who a small fry
Leave the scene, you know that I'm that guy
Walk in and I'm steppin' shit with a dagger
I cannot f*ck on this hoe, she a nagger
White hoe, call me what? (tchip)
Man, y'all already know what I'm sayin'
And this FN take his gut
And the reason this shit stop sprayin'
Hundred rounds in this bitch, I'm a Saiyan
I be so classy, that boy speak in layman
I feel like Nico, I'm flyin a plane in
I'm tryna be flashy, bitch, why would I plane it?
Got a lot of problems with me on the internet, when in real life, shit won't say it
I got niggas in Lynchburg with them Dracs, AK's, shit, and they spray it
Send a iceberg on the third, nigga on a cold day
And your cover is blown in
The storm coming move your zone in
Don't you f*ck up this moment
I made that boy, fork up the hunnids
I ain't had nothing turn it to something
Oh now it's summer, walk with a Drummond
F*cking this bitch so bad, put a thumb in
I ain't hear shit, bitch, f*ck your assumption
AP on me got this lil' hoe jumpin'
She bump and grind my cup is busted
This shit got Wock not Robotussin,
Try, play with us I'll show you something
I'll blow your mind with no concussion
Ain't comin' back, these bullets rushin'
He slumped over his toe, he touchin'
And yes, I know my time is comin'
Yeah, yeah
Can't let shit change
Except for the view on the hundreds
I know a lot of niggas fake, but-I hope my niggas not on it
Slide with Glock, and we take out opponent
Take this bitch, I just beat down her doonies
I be high off the snacks like Scooby
When she eat up the,
When she eat up the dick this hoe beatbox
MM, that's on my reebok
Latin, I told her ¡Arriba!
That's him? Boy, tell your hoe goodbye
Slide in, no, I'm not a good guy
Fully fed, we see who a small fry
Leave the scene, you know that I'm that guy
(Coke, dope, crack, smack, weed, E's, and CDs)
(They got it all for cheap)
(This is, trap music, bitch)
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Where you from?
Heaven
Could you date a girl that didn't know how to dress?
You mean, like you?
If you feel like I can't dress, yes
F*ck no
F*ck no, hell na (Maison Margiela Reeboks)
I do this shit every day, you don't be bout
When she eat up the dick, this hoe beatbox
MM, that's on my reebok
Latin, I told her ¡Arriba!
That's him? Boy, tell your hoe goodbye
Slide in, no, I'm not a good guy
Fully fed, we see who a small fry
Leave the scene, you know that I'm that guy
Walk in and I'm steppin' shit with a dagger
I cannot f*ck on this hoe, she a nagger
White hoe, call me what? (tchip)
Man, y'all already know what I'm sayin'
And this FN take his gut
And the reason this shit stop sprayin'
Hundred rounds in this bitch, I'm a Saiyan
I be so classy, that boy speak in layman
I feel like Nico, I'm flyin a plane in
I'm tryna be flashy, bitch, why would I plane it?
Got a lot of problems with me on the internet, when in real life, shit won't say it
I got niggas in Lynchburg with them Dracs, AK's, shit, and they spray it
Send a iceberg on the third, nigga on a cold day
And your cover is blown in
The storm coming move your zone in
Don't you f*ck up this moment
I made that boy, fork up the hunnids
I ain't had nothing turn it to something
Oh now it's summer, walk with a Drummond
F*cking this bitch so bad, put a thumb in
I ain't hear shit, bitch, f*ck your assumption
AP on me got this lil' hoe jumpin'
She bump and grind my cup is busted
This shit got Wock not Robotussin,
Try, play with us I'll show you something
I'll blow your mind with no concussion
Ain't comin' back, these bullets rushin'
He slumped over his toe, he touchin'
And yes, I know my time is comin'
Yeah, yeah
Can't let shit change
Except for the view on the hundreds
I know a lot of niggas fake, but-I hope my niggas not on it
Slide with Glock, and we take out opponent
Take this bitch, I just beat down her doonies
I be high off the snacks like Scooby
When she eat up the,
When she eat up the dick this hoe beatbox
MM, that's on my reebok
Latin, I told her ¡Arriba!
That's him? Boy, tell your hoe goodbye
Slide in, no, I'm not a good guy
Fully fed, we see who a small fry
Leave the scene, you know that I'm that guy
(Coke, dope, crack, smack, weed, E's, and CDs)
(They got it all for cheap)
(This is, trap music, bitch)
Heaven
Could you date a girl that didn't know how to dress?
You mean, like you?
If you feel like I can't dress, yes
F*ck no
F*ck no, hell na (Maison Margiela Reeboks)
I do this shit every day, you don't be bout
When she eat up the dick, this hoe beatbox
MM, that's on my reebok
Latin, I told her ¡Arriba!
That's him? Boy, tell your hoe goodbye
Slide in, no, I'm not a good guy
Fully fed, we see who a small fry
Leave the scene, you know that I'm that guy
Walk in and I'm steppin' shit with a dagger
I cannot f*ck on this hoe, she a nagger
White hoe, call me what? (tchip)
Man, y'all already know what I'm sayin'
And this FN take his gut
And the reason this shit stop sprayin'
Hundred rounds in this bitch, I'm a Saiyan
I be so classy, that boy speak in layman
I feel like Nico, I'm flyin a plane in
I'm tryna be flashy, bitch, why would I plane it?
Got a lot of problems with me on the internet, when in real life, shit won't say it
I got niggas in Lynchburg with them Dracs, AK's, shit, and they spray it
Send a iceberg on the third, nigga on a cold day
And your cover is blown in
The storm coming move your zone in
Don't you f*ck up this moment
I made that boy, fork up the hunnids
I ain't had nothing turn it to something
Oh now it's summer, walk with a Drummond
F*cking this bitch so bad, put a thumb in
I ain't hear shit, bitch, f*ck your assumption
AP on me got this lil' hoe jumpin'
She bump and grind my cup is busted
This shit got Wock not Robotussin,
Try, play with us I'll show you something
I'll blow your mind with no concussion
Ain't comin' back, these bullets rushin'
He slumped over his toe, he touchin'
And yes, I know my time is comin'
Yeah, yeah
Can't let shit change
Except for the view on the hundreds
I know a lot of niggas fake, but-I hope my niggas not on it
Slide with Glock, and we take out opponent
Take this bitch, I just beat down her doonies
I be high off the snacks like Scooby
When she eat up the,
When she eat up the dick this hoe beatbox
MM, that's on my reebok
Latin, I told her ¡Arriba!
That's him? Boy, tell your hoe goodbye
Slide in, no, I'm not a good guy
Fully fed, we see who a small fry
Leave the scene, you know that I'm that guy
(Coke, dope, crack, smack, weed, E's, and CDs)
(They got it all for cheap)
(This is, trap music, bitch)
Writer: Jalen Dumas
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid