Twin Glocks look like Tia and Tamera
Yeah, with my doggie dog, we gone bring real terror
What you think this funny money? I aint Will Ferrell
What you think this funny money bitch nigga
Damn gang perked out he popping perks and clutching glocks
I feel like young dolph nigga how you miss a hundred shots
How you did that? How you miss that
Ball head, Chauncey Billups take a shot
I'm the spin-a-bin, weatherman I can clear the block
Okay hit the club and make it rain, this a weather watch
This a plain Jane frame baby this not a regular watch
Need that, hit my jack nigga, Jack in the box
Niggas ain't give me shit, but now I'm up, they acting like it's us
How you did that, why you did that
Moving forward I'm a push a nigga shit back
Ice cream man, bro say he need his lick back
Molly santan make a nigga do a backflip
Been knew I was the one way before this f*cking rap shit
Got hoes like Johnny Bravo I can f*ck a bad bitch
Mama shoulda changed my last name to Bravo, all I know is clap shit
F*ck niggas broke as f*ck, posting shit from last year
Twin Glocks look like Tia and Tamera
Yeah, with my doggie dog, we gone bring real terror
What you think this funny money? I aint Will Ferrell
What you think this funny money bitch nigga
Go, young nigga, heart cold, but I keep a toaster
I don't be f*cking with you niggas, y'all ain't got no motion
Take your bitch and go deep, swimming in the ocean
Told my niggas, we going up, it's time for promotion
Slicing shit like Wolverine, bitch, I feel like Logan
Niggas talking about his smoke, we will out smoke him
Yeah I joke a lot, but quick to let a nigga know
I can't let a nigga play me, mama ain't raise no hoes
And I'm sticking to the script like I got a code
Give me that shit boy, you get road
You wanna see a dead body, I heard they left him cold
Turn in the store, well why that get back
You do a nigga bold
Walk down big shot, get a nigga gone
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Twin Glocks look like Tia and Tamera
Yeah, with my doggie dog, we gone bring real terror
What you think this funny money? I aint Will Ferrell
What you think this funny money bitch nigga
Damn gang perked out he popping perks and clutching glocks
I feel like young dolph nigga how you miss a hundred shots
How you did that? How you miss that
Ball head, Chauncey Billups take a shot
I'm the spin-a-bin, weatherman I can clear the block
Okay hit the club and make it rain, this a weather watch
This a plain Jane frame baby this not a regular watch
Need that, hit my jack nigga, Jack in the box
Niggas ain't give me shit, but now I'm up, they acting like it's us
How you did that, why you did that
Moving forward I'm a push a nigga shit back
Ice cream man, bro say he need his lick back
Molly santan make a nigga do a backflip
Been knew I was the one way before this f*cking rap shit
Got hoes like Johnny Bravo I can f*ck a bad bitch
Mama shoulda changed my last name to Bravo, all I know is clap shit
F*ck niggas broke as f*ck, posting shit from last year
Twin Glocks look like Tia and Tamera
Yeah, with my doggie dog, we gone bring real terror
What you think this funny money? I aint Will Ferrell
What you think this funny money bitch nigga
Go, young nigga, heart cold, but I keep a toaster
I don't be f*cking with you niggas, y'all ain't got no motion
Take your bitch and go deep, swimming in the ocean
Told my niggas, we going up, it's time for promotion
Slicing shit like Wolverine, bitch, I feel like Logan
Niggas talking about his smoke, we will out smoke him
Yeah I joke a lot, but quick to let a nigga know
I can't let a nigga play me, mama ain't raise no hoes
And I'm sticking to the script like I got a code
Give me that shit boy, you get road
You wanna see a dead body, I heard they left him cold
Turn in the store, well why that get back
You do a nigga bold
Walk down big shot, get a nigga gone
Yeah, with my doggie dog, we gone bring real terror
What you think this funny money? I aint Will Ferrell
What you think this funny money bitch nigga
Damn gang perked out he popping perks and clutching glocks
I feel like young dolph nigga how you miss a hundred shots
How you did that? How you miss that
Ball head, Chauncey Billups take a shot
I'm the spin-a-bin, weatherman I can clear the block
Okay hit the club and make it rain, this a weather watch
This a plain Jane frame baby this not a regular watch
Need that, hit my jack nigga, Jack in the box
Niggas ain't give me shit, but now I'm up, they acting like it's us
How you did that, why you did that
Moving forward I'm a push a nigga shit back
Ice cream man, bro say he need his lick back
Molly santan make a nigga do a backflip
Been knew I was the one way before this f*cking rap shit
Got hoes like Johnny Bravo I can f*ck a bad bitch
Mama shoulda changed my last name to Bravo, all I know is clap shit
F*ck niggas broke as f*ck, posting shit from last year
Twin Glocks look like Tia and Tamera
Yeah, with my doggie dog, we gone bring real terror
What you think this funny money? I aint Will Ferrell
What you think this funny money bitch nigga
Go, young nigga, heart cold, but I keep a toaster
I don't be f*cking with you niggas, y'all ain't got no motion
Take your bitch and go deep, swimming in the ocean
Told my niggas, we going up, it's time for promotion
Slicing shit like Wolverine, bitch, I feel like Logan
Niggas talking about his smoke, we will out smoke him
Yeah I joke a lot, but quick to let a nigga know
I can't let a nigga play me, mama ain't raise no hoes
And I'm sticking to the script like I got a code
Give me that shit boy, you get road
You wanna see a dead body, I heard they left him cold
Turn in the store, well why that get back
You do a nigga bold
Walk down big shot, get a nigga gone
Writer: Roderick Miller jr
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid