While you trippin I'll be,
Chillin in that sprinter van
I say the word and my goons'll get you and yo mans
I thought told you motha f*cks not to play with me
I got aim for you niggaz with that
Remedy you finna see
You thinkin you poppin, but really all capp
I got couple niggas who do it, and they be all tact
Imma send some, Niggaz in Sprintas ,wrap'em all black
They gon find you when you lackin
They gon turn this shit to sprinter season
Face gone blind date
Ain't no nigga f*ckin wit me this ain't no wine taste
Got a little bloody you see this ain't no mime face
The way I'm offin niggas wit ease there goes the crime rate
I ain't wit no time waste and so I had to freeze it
A couple thouwow on me you won't even know the meanin
Yo bitch call me and you think it's just another meetin
You talking crazy imma make it to your momma's grieving
Like Hello moms good evening
I don't hate being solo but when walk around
I keep a couple Jedi's wit me to keep that force down
You niggas going live, and poppin shit up on the internet
I pop up on these niggas to show you that I ain't into that
They get to running
How you go say you niggas ran up
I ain't no bitch I would've shot you and yo other homies
But if I even had a problem while I'm rolling dowlie
I would've reached to let you niggas know me
While you trippin I'll be,
Chillin in that sprinter van
I say the word and my goons'll get you and yo mans
I thought told you motha f*cks not to play with me
I got aim for you niggaz with that
Remedy you finna see
You thinkin you poppin, but really all capp
I got couple niggas who do it, and they be all tact
Imma send some, Niggaz in Sprintas ,wrap'em all black
They gon find you when you lackin
They gon turn this shit to sprinter season
Why you playin wit me
I sent yo bitch to make them niggas happy
I made some calls I know your lo boi
We ain't never shot at no toe boi
I know I gotchu niggas scared the way you watching yo back
This ain't no straight shot we on a turn around
We finna spin you niggas block when you ain't watching back
We finna shoot you down makin you turn around
Mr.BestInterest - Sprinter Van Lyrics
Mr.BestInterest - Sprinter Van Lyrics
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While you trippin I'll be,
Chillin in that sprinter van
I say the word and my goons'll get you and yo mans
I thought told you motha f*cks not to play with me
I got aim for you niggaz with that
Remedy you finna see
You thinkin you poppin, but really all capp
I got couple niggas who do it, and they be all tact
Imma send some, Niggaz in Sprintas ,wrap'em all black
They gon find you when you lackin
They gon turn this shit to sprinter season
Face gone blind date
Ain't no nigga f*ckin wit me this ain't no wine taste
Got a little bloody you see this ain't no mime face
The way I'm offin niggas wit ease there goes the crime rate
I ain't wit no time waste and so I had to freeze it
A couple thouwow on me you won't even know the meanin
Yo bitch call me and you think it's just another meetin
You talking crazy imma make it to your momma's grieving
Like Hello moms good evening
I don't hate being solo but when walk around
I keep a couple Jedi's wit me to keep that force down
You niggas going live, and poppin shit up on the internet
I pop up on these niggas to show you that I ain't into that
They get to running
How you go say you niggas ran up
I ain't no bitch I would've shot you and yo other homies
But if I even had a problem while I'm rolling dowlie
I would've reached to let you niggas know me
While you trippin I'll be,
Chillin in that sprinter van
I say the word and my goons'll get you and yo mans
I thought told you motha f*cks not to play with me
I got aim for you niggaz with that
Remedy you finna see
You thinkin you poppin, but really all capp
I got couple niggas who do it, and they be all tact
Imma send some, Niggaz in Sprintas ,wrap'em all black
They gon find you when you lackin
They gon turn this shit to sprinter season
Why you playin wit me
I sent yo bitch to make them niggas happy
I made some calls I know your lo boi
We ain't never shot at no toe boi
I know I gotchu niggas scared the way you watching yo back
This ain't no straight shot we on a turn around
We finna spin you niggas block when you ain't watching back
We finna shoot you down makin you turn around
Chillin in that sprinter van
I say the word and my goons'll get you and yo mans
I thought told you motha f*cks not to play with me
I got aim for you niggaz with that
Remedy you finna see
You thinkin you poppin, but really all capp
I got couple niggas who do it, and they be all tact
Imma send some, Niggaz in Sprintas ,wrap'em all black
They gon find you when you lackin
They gon turn this shit to sprinter season
Face gone blind date
Ain't no nigga f*ckin wit me this ain't no wine taste
Got a little bloody you see this ain't no mime face
The way I'm offin niggas wit ease there goes the crime rate
I ain't wit no time waste and so I had to freeze it
A couple thouwow on me you won't even know the meanin
Yo bitch call me and you think it's just another meetin
You talking crazy imma make it to your momma's grieving
Like Hello moms good evening
I don't hate being solo but when walk around
I keep a couple Jedi's wit me to keep that force down
You niggas going live, and poppin shit up on the internet
I pop up on these niggas to show you that I ain't into that
They get to running
How you go say you niggas ran up
I ain't no bitch I would've shot you and yo other homies
But if I even had a problem while I'm rolling dowlie
I would've reached to let you niggas know me
While you trippin I'll be,
Chillin in that sprinter van
I say the word and my goons'll get you and yo mans
I thought told you motha f*cks not to play with me
I got aim for you niggaz with that
Remedy you finna see
You thinkin you poppin, but really all capp
I got couple niggas who do it, and they be all tact
Imma send some, Niggaz in Sprintas ,wrap'em all black
They gon find you when you lackin
They gon turn this shit to sprinter season
Why you playin wit me
I sent yo bitch to make them niggas happy
I made some calls I know your lo boi
We ain't never shot at no toe boi
I know I gotchu niggas scared the way you watching yo back
This ain't no straight shot we on a turn around
We finna spin you niggas block when you ain't watching back
We finna shoot you down makin you turn around
Writer: Quoyone Woods
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid