Ahh shit they done let me in door
I just walked inside the club and threw a 10 that's off the strong
I got racks inside my couch u niggas play ya on own
We riding hot car riding striker you niggas play I'm at ya home
(Aye)
Hot boy u a dead man Brodie stupid he a sped man
Catch him at that corner he full of hot shit call him led man
If he try to run make him fall shoot his legs than
Goyard full of blues I talk to em they my dead friends
I tld lil bro just keep it quiet we wet and wild
They say im singing ass nigga but this that ytb style
I got Dracs inside the car u make a move I'm crashing out
And everytime I leave the crib I'm paranoid I change the route
Aye
Aye
Nigga this shit the biggest
And this f*ck you so god damn big It don't even wanna fit my fingers
Aye
Aye
I swear Ik im the littest
And say it every god damn time what youngen f*cking wit me
Aye
Aye
They ain't gone speak on that
They ain't gone tell the truth bout that
Nigga kno wassup wit me
Youngest to do it
Niggas ass be fakin kno how I'm moving
Look
Who gone pop it how I pop it
Who gone do it how I do it
Who gone shoot it how I shoot it
When I shoot let's shoot a movie
Nigga just like spike Lee
Just like spike Lee
Ahh shit they done let me in door
I just walked inside the club and threw a 10 that's off the strong
I got racks inside my couch u niggas play ya on own
We riding hot car riding striker you niggas play I'm at ya home
(Aye)
Niggas tinder bout these bitches
If that bitch was mine one time then forever I can get her
Forever I can hit her
Insecure bout yo body baby I pay for you to get thicker
Forever locked in wit my mud brothers I pray that we get richer
I want the Patek or the Richard
And everytime them niggas hated I seen the signs I paint picture
And it's f*ck you pay me nigga I'm worth more than half a ticket
Don't let me get up off that oil I pop a perc and f*ck her silly
If u my twin we locked in
You my brudda we bring chops in
Aye
I slime em out off the backend
I hit the club I want my backend
Ian going in that bitch without my backend
I'm sit in the muthaf*ckn truck
All muthaf*ckn night
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Ahh shit they done let me in door
I just walked inside the club and threw a 10 that's off the strong
I got racks inside my couch u niggas play ya on own
We riding hot car riding striker you niggas play I'm at ya home
(Aye)
Hot boy u a dead man Brodie stupid he a sped man
Catch him at that corner he full of hot shit call him led man
If he try to run make him fall shoot his legs than
Goyard full of blues I talk to em they my dead friends
I tld lil bro just keep it quiet we wet and wild
They say im singing ass nigga but this that ytb style
I got Dracs inside the car u make a move I'm crashing out
And everytime I leave the crib I'm paranoid I change the route
Aye
Aye
Nigga this shit the biggest
And this f*ck you so god damn big It don't even wanna fit my fingers
Aye
Aye
I swear Ik im the littest
And say it every god damn time what youngen f*cking wit me
Aye
Aye
They ain't gone speak on that
They ain't gone tell the truth bout that
Nigga kno wassup wit me
Youngest to do it
Niggas ass be fakin kno how I'm moving
Look
Who gone pop it how I pop it
Who gone do it how I do it
Who gone shoot it how I shoot it
When I shoot let's shoot a movie
Nigga just like spike Lee
Just like spike Lee
Ahh shit they done let me in door
I just walked inside the club and threw a 10 that's off the strong
I got racks inside my couch u niggas play ya on own
We riding hot car riding striker you niggas play I'm at ya home
(Aye)
Niggas tinder bout these bitches
If that bitch was mine one time then forever I can get her
Forever I can hit her
Insecure bout yo body baby I pay for you to get thicker
Forever locked in wit my mud brothers I pray that we get richer
I want the Patek or the Richard
And everytime them niggas hated I seen the signs I paint picture
And it's f*ck you pay me nigga I'm worth more than half a ticket
Don't let me get up off that oil I pop a perc and f*ck her silly
If u my twin we locked in
You my brudda we bring chops in
Aye
I slime em out off the backend
I hit the club I want my backend
Ian going in that bitch without my backend
I'm sit in the muthaf*ckn truck
All muthaf*ckn night
I just walked inside the club and threw a 10 that's off the strong
I got racks inside my couch u niggas play ya on own
We riding hot car riding striker you niggas play I'm at ya home
(Aye)
Hot boy u a dead man Brodie stupid he a sped man
Catch him at that corner he full of hot shit call him led man
If he try to run make him fall shoot his legs than
Goyard full of blues I talk to em they my dead friends
I tld lil bro just keep it quiet we wet and wild
They say im singing ass nigga but this that ytb style
I got Dracs inside the car u make a move I'm crashing out
And everytime I leave the crib I'm paranoid I change the route
Aye
Aye
Nigga this shit the biggest
And this f*ck you so god damn big It don't even wanna fit my fingers
Aye
Aye
I swear Ik im the littest
And say it every god damn time what youngen f*cking wit me
Aye
Aye
They ain't gone speak on that
They ain't gone tell the truth bout that
Nigga kno wassup wit me
Youngest to do it
Niggas ass be fakin kno how I'm moving
Look
Who gone pop it how I pop it
Who gone do it how I do it
Who gone shoot it how I shoot it
When I shoot let's shoot a movie
Nigga just like spike Lee
Just like spike Lee
Ahh shit they done let me in door
I just walked inside the club and threw a 10 that's off the strong
I got racks inside my couch u niggas play ya on own
We riding hot car riding striker you niggas play I'm at ya home
(Aye)
Niggas tinder bout these bitches
If that bitch was mine one time then forever I can get her
Forever I can hit her
Insecure bout yo body baby I pay for you to get thicker
Forever locked in wit my mud brothers I pray that we get richer
I want the Patek or the Richard
And everytime them niggas hated I seen the signs I paint picture
And it's f*ck you pay me nigga I'm worth more than half a ticket
Don't let me get up off that oil I pop a perc and f*ck her silly
If u my twin we locked in
You my brudda we bring chops in
Aye
I slime em out off the backend
I hit the club I want my backend
Ian going in that bitch without my backend
I'm sit in the muthaf*ckn truck
All muthaf*ckn night
Writer: Tyrece Rogers
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