Hold up
Hold up
Yeah, ok
Huh, we on top
Fours up we on the block
We catch an opp
F*ck shit we on the opps
Right on time right now
Did a show had that hoe rolling loud
Making that hoe by the rack
Now these hoes tryna f*ck with me now
Lets go we pour up for the times we made
That boy try so hard to hate
We up that fye', hit em' with that A..B..C..D..E..F..K
Take my name right out your mouth
F*ck boy stay your ass a slave
Bring her with you, she ain't safe
Top floor we done made a way
Yeah, Huh
Smacking her shit yeah I'm beating her back
Folks gon' play we got heat in the back
Don't play young boy you don't see where you at
They trying with a nigga
Shawty tryna say she feeling my style stop lying to a nigga
The way I'm finna kill this hoe chef Gordon put grease to the pan start frying these niggas
XD frying like chicken
Only finna pull that card when needed
Back to back functions
But all them hoes that's drawn got needy
Bad little hoe she said I'm pretty
Shawty had pink in the braids she freaky
But why these hoes keep ducking every time I apply that pressure
Geese in the creek, fine by me
Pillow talking, we caught that little boy pillow talking
Running your mouth then you started walking
It be the niggas that's watching and hating
He saw the Beemer his mind going crazy
His hoe started f*cking with me now he changing
Boy keep your distance, or shit get real
We putting fire to the sage have that little boy blazing
(We on top)
(Fours up we on the block)
(We catch an opp)
(F*ck shit we on the opps)
Right on time right now
Did a show had that hoe rolling loud
Making that hoe by the rack
Now these hoes tryna f*ck with me now
Lets go we pour up for the times we made
That boy try so hard to hate
We up that fye', hit em' with that A..B..C..D..E..F..K
Take my name right out your mouth
F*ck boy stay your ass a slave
Bring her with you, she ain't safe
Top floor we done made a way
Nah I'm tryna tell these lame ass niggas man
They keep tryna play with a nigga
Finna show these niggas how we get down like
How we gon' roll
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English
Hold up
Hold up
Yeah, ok
Huh, we on top
Fours up we on the block
We catch an opp
F*ck shit we on the opps
Right on time right now
Did a show had that hoe rolling loud
Making that hoe by the rack
Now these hoes tryna f*ck with me now
Lets go we pour up for the times we made
That boy try so hard to hate
We up that fye', hit em' with that A..B..C..D..E..F..K
Take my name right out your mouth
F*ck boy stay your ass a slave
Bring her with you, she ain't safe
Top floor we done made a way
Yeah, Huh
Smacking her shit yeah I'm beating her back
Folks gon' play we got heat in the back
Don't play young boy you don't see where you at
They trying with a nigga
Shawty tryna say she feeling my style stop lying to a nigga
The way I'm finna kill this hoe chef Gordon put grease to the pan start frying these niggas
XD frying like chicken
Only finna pull that card when needed
Back to back functions
But all them hoes that's drawn got needy
Bad little hoe she said I'm pretty
Shawty had pink in the braids she freaky
But why these hoes keep ducking every time I apply that pressure
Geese in the creek, fine by me
Pillow talking, we caught that little boy pillow talking
Running your mouth then you started walking
It be the niggas that's watching and hating
He saw the Beemer his mind going crazy
His hoe started f*cking with me now he changing
Boy keep your distance, or shit get real
We putting fire to the sage have that little boy blazing
(We on top)
(Fours up we on the block)
(We catch an opp)
(F*ck shit we on the opps)
Right on time right now
Did a show had that hoe rolling loud
Making that hoe by the rack
Now these hoes tryna f*ck with me now
Lets go we pour up for the times we made
That boy try so hard to hate
We up that fye', hit em' with that A..B..C..D..E..F..K
Take my name right out your mouth
F*ck boy stay your ass a slave
Bring her with you, she ain't safe
Top floor we done made a way
Nah I'm tryna tell these lame ass niggas man
They keep tryna play with a nigga
Finna show these niggas how we get down like
How we gon' roll
Hold up
Yeah, ok
Huh, we on top
Fours up we on the block
We catch an opp
F*ck shit we on the opps
Right on time right now
Did a show had that hoe rolling loud
Making that hoe by the rack
Now these hoes tryna f*ck with me now
Lets go we pour up for the times we made
That boy try so hard to hate
We up that fye', hit em' with that A..B..C..D..E..F..K
Take my name right out your mouth
F*ck boy stay your ass a slave
Bring her with you, she ain't safe
Top floor we done made a way
Yeah, Huh
Smacking her shit yeah I'm beating her back
Folks gon' play we got heat in the back
Don't play young boy you don't see where you at
They trying with a nigga
Shawty tryna say she feeling my style stop lying to a nigga
The way I'm finna kill this hoe chef Gordon put grease to the pan start frying these niggas
XD frying like chicken
Only finna pull that card when needed
Back to back functions
But all them hoes that's drawn got needy
Bad little hoe she said I'm pretty
Shawty had pink in the braids she freaky
But why these hoes keep ducking every time I apply that pressure
Geese in the creek, fine by me
Pillow talking, we caught that little boy pillow talking
Running your mouth then you started walking
It be the niggas that's watching and hating
He saw the Beemer his mind going crazy
His hoe started f*cking with me now he changing
Boy keep your distance, or shit get real
We putting fire to the sage have that little boy blazing
(We on top)
(Fours up we on the block)
(We catch an opp)
(F*ck shit we on the opps)
Right on time right now
Did a show had that hoe rolling loud
Making that hoe by the rack
Now these hoes tryna f*ck with me now
Lets go we pour up for the times we made
That boy try so hard to hate
We up that fye', hit em' with that A..B..C..D..E..F..K
Take my name right out your mouth
F*ck boy stay your ass a slave
Bring her with you, she ain't safe
Top floor we done made a way
Nah I'm tryna tell these lame ass niggas man
They keep tryna play with a nigga
Finna show these niggas how we get down like
How we gon' roll
Writer: Taeleb Hall
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid