Ha ha ha
Naw naw naw I got it I got it
I feel like bruh cause I could rap on different shit bruh
I feel like I could make a r&b love song
This first four bars and then you gone go
You gone go four and then I'm gone go four
Yea
Yea
Yea yea yea yea yea yea yea
Uh
I was down bad they ain't show no love
I ran outta drank so I found a new plug
Her pussy stank I don't wanna f*ck
This is not og this is London runtz
Two thick bitches they roll my blunts
It's 954 baby we know to stunt
It's midnight city baby go live it up
Pop me a addy baby I'm booted up
Talk bout them p's bitch I got boutta bunch
This lil ass Glock eat yo ass for lunch
Stop all that talking I'm just tryna f*ck
Talk bout that chicken I done ran it up
Hawaiian bitches I ain't talking punch
Big booty bitches with me they tryna hunch
Bread on me nigga I eat wheat for lunch
They ain't think I coulda ran it up but I did
Run me some rack then hopped off the grid
Loving gj this shit lit ya dig
I need my wrist colder than a fridge
They said I couldn't do it but I did
I got aim wit it I won't miss
I don't wanna f*ck baby eat my kids
Run up the racks the trap I did
Thought you was up bitch you work at lids
Selling boof like gas I did
Now I got them p's straight za for the low
How is you trappin but never copped a bowl
Call up my plug I need another load
Stop all that cappin that shit getting old
All of this cough syrup ion got a cold
Can't come around cause you know you told
I was down bad they ain't show no love
I ran outta drank so I found a new plug
Her pussy stank I don't wanna f*ck
This is not og this is London runtz
Two thick bitches they roll my blunts
It's 954 baby we know to stunt
It's midnight city baby go live it up
Pop me a addy baby I'm booted up
Talk bout them p's bitch I got boutta bunch
This lil ass Glock eat yo ass for lunch
Stop all that talking I'm just tryna f*ck
Talk bout that chicken I done ran it up
Hawaiian bitches I ain't talking punch
Big booty bitches with me they tryna hunch
Bread on me nigga I eat wheat for lunch
They ain't think I coulda ran it up but I did
Run me some rack then hopped off the grid
Loving gj this shit lit ya dig
I need my wrist colder than a fridge
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Ha ha ha
Naw naw naw I got it I got it
I feel like bruh cause I could rap on different shit bruh
I feel like I could make a r&b love song
This first four bars and then you gone go
You gone go four and then I'm gone go four
Yea
Yea
Yea yea yea yea yea yea yea
Uh
I was down bad they ain't show no love
I ran outta drank so I found a new plug
Her pussy stank I don't wanna f*ck
This is not og this is London runtz
Two thick bitches they roll my blunts
It's 954 baby we know to stunt
It's midnight city baby go live it up
Pop me a addy baby I'm booted up
Talk bout them p's bitch I got boutta bunch
This lil ass Glock eat yo ass for lunch
Stop all that talking I'm just tryna f*ck
Talk bout that chicken I done ran it up
Hawaiian bitches I ain't talking punch
Big booty bitches with me they tryna hunch
Bread on me nigga I eat wheat for lunch
They ain't think I coulda ran it up but I did
Run me some rack then hopped off the grid
Loving gj this shit lit ya dig
I need my wrist colder than a fridge
They said I couldn't do it but I did
I got aim wit it I won't miss
I don't wanna f*ck baby eat my kids
Run up the racks the trap I did
Thought you was up bitch you work at lids
Selling boof like gas I did
Now I got them p's straight za for the low
How is you trappin but never copped a bowl
Call up my plug I need another load
Stop all that cappin that shit getting old
All of this cough syrup ion got a cold
Can't come around cause you know you told
I was down bad they ain't show no love
I ran outta drank so I found a new plug
Her pussy stank I don't wanna f*ck
This is not og this is London runtz
Two thick bitches they roll my blunts
It's 954 baby we know to stunt
It's midnight city baby go live it up
Pop me a addy baby I'm booted up
Talk bout them p's bitch I got boutta bunch
This lil ass Glock eat yo ass for lunch
Stop all that talking I'm just tryna f*ck
Talk bout that chicken I done ran it up
Hawaiian bitches I ain't talking punch
Big booty bitches with me they tryna hunch
Bread on me nigga I eat wheat for lunch
They ain't think I coulda ran it up but I did
Run me some rack then hopped off the grid
Loving gj this shit lit ya dig
I need my wrist colder than a fridge
Naw naw naw I got it I got it
I feel like bruh cause I could rap on different shit bruh
I feel like I could make a r&b love song
This first four bars and then you gone go
You gone go four and then I'm gone go four
Yea
Yea
Yea yea yea yea yea yea yea
Uh
I was down bad they ain't show no love
I ran outta drank so I found a new plug
Her pussy stank I don't wanna f*ck
This is not og this is London runtz
Two thick bitches they roll my blunts
It's 954 baby we know to stunt
It's midnight city baby go live it up
Pop me a addy baby I'm booted up
Talk bout them p's bitch I got boutta bunch
This lil ass Glock eat yo ass for lunch
Stop all that talking I'm just tryna f*ck
Talk bout that chicken I done ran it up
Hawaiian bitches I ain't talking punch
Big booty bitches with me they tryna hunch
Bread on me nigga I eat wheat for lunch
They ain't think I coulda ran it up but I did
Run me some rack then hopped off the grid
Loving gj this shit lit ya dig
I need my wrist colder than a fridge
They said I couldn't do it but I did
I got aim wit it I won't miss
I don't wanna f*ck baby eat my kids
Run up the racks the trap I did
Thought you was up bitch you work at lids
Selling boof like gas I did
Now I got them p's straight za for the low
How is you trappin but never copped a bowl
Call up my plug I need another load
Stop all that cappin that shit getting old
All of this cough syrup ion got a cold
Can't come around cause you know you told
I was down bad they ain't show no love
I ran outta drank so I found a new plug
Her pussy stank I don't wanna f*ck
This is not og this is London runtz
Two thick bitches they roll my blunts
It's 954 baby we know to stunt
It's midnight city baby go live it up
Pop me a addy baby I'm booted up
Talk bout them p's bitch I got boutta bunch
This lil ass Glock eat yo ass for lunch
Stop all that talking I'm just tryna f*ck
Talk bout that chicken I done ran it up
Hawaiian bitches I ain't talking punch
Big booty bitches with me they tryna hunch
Bread on me nigga I eat wheat for lunch
They ain't think I coulda ran it up but I did
Run me some rack then hopped off the grid
Loving gj this shit lit ya dig
I need my wrist colder than a fridge
Writer: Kyle Potter
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid