Bitch I'm dripping spilling sauce while I whip it
Feel like Darth Vader in the stars when I'm lifted
Got a couple brothers I don't have a lot of friends
Pull up out the corner store like
Thank you come again
Thank you come again
Pull up out the corner store like
Thank you come again
Thank you come again
Pull up at the corner store like
Thank you come again yeah
You gonna have to hit the mud to see how I'm living
Hit the west coast with my niggas oh Lord what a feeling
Just some niggas from the bottom trying to make a killing
Trying to balance out the pain with all this Hen that I'm sipping
Like oh my God I'm trying to get rich fast but sometimes I'm tripping
Best watch your step don't make no bad decisions
You keep on running off on plugs gonna get you took out
Baby momma giving up the pussy just to get took out
Trying to make sure my next move be my best move
You niggas don't even talk to God then wonder why he never bless you
I guess I'm humble because I made it out the trap
Plus I know some real ass niggas got my back come on
Bitch I'm dripping spilling sauce while I whip it
Feel like Darth Vader in the stars when I'm lifted
Got a couple brothers I don't have a lot of friends
Pull up out the corner store like
Thank you come again
Thank you come again
Pull up out the corner store like
Thank you come again
Thank you come again
Pull up at the corner store like
Thank you come again yeah
Pick up the phone like who's this
I got your number saved but I been on some new shit
Keep the circle tight to tighten up the loose lips
Rolling up a paper thicker than a glue stick
All the homies they riding
Talking tough you get silenced
The type of circle that I'm in
Got no place for these hymens
Got you watching how we move and how we vibing
They see me fly in and you just started driving
All I do is buy the things that's on your wishlist
Only way you moving work is when you switch shifts
I guess I'm humble because I made it out the trap
And I still hustle like I'm slanging out the trap ay
Bitch I'm dripping spilling sauce while I whip it
Feel like Darth Vader in the stars when I'm lifted
Got a couple brothers I don't have a lot of friends
Pull up out the corner store like
Thank you come again
Thank you come again
Pull up out the corner store like
Thank you come again
Thank you come again
Pull up at the corner store like
Thank you come again yeah
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Bitch I'm dripping spilling sauce while I whip it
Feel like Darth Vader in the stars when I'm lifted
Got a couple brothers I don't have a lot of friends
Pull up out the corner store like
Thank you come again
Thank you come again
Pull up out the corner store like
Thank you come again
Thank you come again
Pull up at the corner store like
Thank you come again yeah
You gonna have to hit the mud to see how I'm living
Hit the west coast with my niggas oh Lord what a feeling
Just some niggas from the bottom trying to make a killing
Trying to balance out the pain with all this Hen that I'm sipping
Like oh my God I'm trying to get rich fast but sometimes I'm tripping
Best watch your step don't make no bad decisions
You keep on running off on plugs gonna get you took out
Baby momma giving up the pussy just to get took out
Trying to make sure my next move be my best move
You niggas don't even talk to God then wonder why he never bless you
I guess I'm humble because I made it out the trap
Plus I know some real ass niggas got my back come on
Bitch I'm dripping spilling sauce while I whip it
Feel like Darth Vader in the stars when I'm lifted
Got a couple brothers I don't have a lot of friends
Pull up out the corner store like
Thank you come again
Thank you come again
Pull up out the corner store like
Thank you come again
Thank you come again
Pull up at the corner store like
Thank you come again yeah
Pick up the phone like who's this
I got your number saved but I been on some new shit
Keep the circle tight to tighten up the loose lips
Rolling up a paper thicker than a glue stick
All the homies they riding
Talking tough you get silenced
The type of circle that I'm in
Got no place for these hymens
Got you watching how we move and how we vibing
They see me fly in and you just started driving
All I do is buy the things that's on your wishlist
Only way you moving work is when you switch shifts
I guess I'm humble because I made it out the trap
And I still hustle like I'm slanging out the trap ay
Bitch I'm dripping spilling sauce while I whip it
Feel like Darth Vader in the stars when I'm lifted
Got a couple brothers I don't have a lot of friends
Pull up out the corner store like
Thank you come again
Thank you come again
Pull up out the corner store like
Thank you come again
Thank you come again
Pull up at the corner store like
Thank you come again yeah
Feel like Darth Vader in the stars when I'm lifted
Got a couple brothers I don't have a lot of friends
Pull up out the corner store like
Thank you come again
Thank you come again
Pull up out the corner store like
Thank you come again
Thank you come again
Pull up at the corner store like
Thank you come again yeah
You gonna have to hit the mud to see how I'm living
Hit the west coast with my niggas oh Lord what a feeling
Just some niggas from the bottom trying to make a killing
Trying to balance out the pain with all this Hen that I'm sipping
Like oh my God I'm trying to get rich fast but sometimes I'm tripping
Best watch your step don't make no bad decisions
You keep on running off on plugs gonna get you took out
Baby momma giving up the pussy just to get took out
Trying to make sure my next move be my best move
You niggas don't even talk to God then wonder why he never bless you
I guess I'm humble because I made it out the trap
Plus I know some real ass niggas got my back come on
Bitch I'm dripping spilling sauce while I whip it
Feel like Darth Vader in the stars when I'm lifted
Got a couple brothers I don't have a lot of friends
Pull up out the corner store like
Thank you come again
Thank you come again
Pull up out the corner store like
Thank you come again
Thank you come again
Pull up at the corner store like
Thank you come again yeah
Pick up the phone like who's this
I got your number saved but I been on some new shit
Keep the circle tight to tighten up the loose lips
Rolling up a paper thicker than a glue stick
All the homies they riding
Talking tough you get silenced
The type of circle that I'm in
Got no place for these hymens
Got you watching how we move and how we vibing
They see me fly in and you just started driving
All I do is buy the things that's on your wishlist
Only way you moving work is when you switch shifts
I guess I'm humble because I made it out the trap
And I still hustle like I'm slanging out the trap ay
Bitch I'm dripping spilling sauce while I whip it
Feel like Darth Vader in the stars when I'm lifted
Got a couple brothers I don't have a lot of friends
Pull up out the corner store like
Thank you come again
Thank you come again
Pull up out the corner store like
Thank you come again
Thank you come again
Pull up at the corner store like
Thank you come again yeah
Writer: Jean Vargas, Lester Sanchez Sierra
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid