Doot-doo
I can't believe, eh-ehm
I can't believe this hoe really just tried to play me like a fool, uh
My-my niggas clutchin' them tools, one bad move won't be too good for you
Yeah, it's the Ghost, you know what it d-
Bitch, do you want Jimmy Choo or Marc Jacob
Mm, comin' in easy, no layup
Shame he fell off, when I'm up, Imma stay up
Countin' cake, ain't got time for a hater
Like my "redneck voice," said she want me to mate her
I jus' wan' smile, so I'll see you later
Lead her on just like a oscillator, every time they see me, As-salamu alaykum
If it ain't 2 mil' or more up on that paper, I'll be damned I sign a f*ckin' waiver
Looked at the bitch to my right and I swear I wan' love her, but I can't do nothing but hate her
Shit had got shakey like Bop-Its, took a lil' trip to the Tropics, add a lil flavor
M-m-my cup don't need a chaser, shit got me slow like the fat niggas running the Pacer
Damn, okay, play hard to get, okay
Yeah, I'll pay for the pussy, okay, R.I.P. Keed, okay
Plu-plug got too much dip on his chip, okay, tax for the zip, no way
Micro drac', eat a nigga up, lunch tray
Peanut butter glock? Let's trade
Ain't no better days
Ain't I say open the case?
Flex like five bands in his face, ain't got shit to say
Popped at him, he ran away
I'm on a jet, bitch, touched down too quick, I'm in Tokyo today
I call her Nesquik, stupid tits, put them bitches in my face
F*ckboy gotta check in, this not a tourist attraction, we really drop shit
Jump, bitch, like a mosh-pit
Oh, that was yo' ho' at the func'? But she copped it
Guap team rocket, too much of it for a wallet or pocket, yeah yeah (Yeah yeah)
Doot-doo
I can't believe, eh-ehm
I can't believe this ho-
Bitch, do you want Jimmy Choo or Marc Jacob
Mm, comin' in easy, no layup
Shame he fell off, when I'm up, Imma stay up
Countin' cake, ain't got time for a hater
Like my "redneck voice," said she want me to mate her
I jus' wan' smile, so I'll see you later (Byeah, byeah)
Lead her on just like a oscillator, every time they see me, As-salamu alaykum
If it ain't 2 mil' or more up on that paper, I'll be damned I sign a f*ckin' waiver
Looked at the bitch to my right and I swear I wan' love her, but I can't do nothing but hate her
Shit had got shakey like Bop-Its, took a lil' trip to the Tropics, add a lil flavor
Yeah, my cup don't need a chaser, shit got me slow like the fat niggas running the Pacer
Damn, okay, play hard to get, okay
Yeah, I'll pay for the pussy, okay, R.I.P. Keed, okay (TrulyWitted)
Plu-plug got too much dip on his chip, okay, tax for the zip, no way
Micro drac', eat a nigga up, lunch tray
Peanut butter glock? Let's trade
Ain't no better days
Ain't I say open the case?
Flex like five bands in his face, ain't got shit to say
Popped at him, he ran away
I'm on a jet, bitch, touched down too quick, I'm in Tokyo today
I call her Nesquik, stupid tits, put them bitches in my face
F*ckboy gotta check in, this not a tourist attraction, we really drop shit (we really drop shit)
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Doot-doo
I can't believe, eh-ehm
I can't believe this hoe really just tried to play me like a fool, uh
My-my niggas clutchin' them tools, one bad move won't be too good for you
Yeah, it's the Ghost, you know what it d-
Bitch, do you want Jimmy Choo or Marc Jacob
Mm, comin' in easy, no layup
Shame he fell off, when I'm up, Imma stay up
Countin' cake, ain't got time for a hater
Like my "redneck voice," said she want me to mate her
I jus' wan' smile, so I'll see you later
Lead her on just like a oscillator, every time they see me, As-salamu alaykum
If it ain't 2 mil' or more up on that paper, I'll be damned I sign a f*ckin' waiver
Looked at the bitch to my right and I swear I wan' love her, but I can't do nothing but hate her
Shit had got shakey like Bop-Its, took a lil' trip to the Tropics, add a lil flavor
M-m-my cup don't need a chaser, shit got me slow like the fat niggas running the Pacer
Damn, okay, play hard to get, okay
Yeah, I'll pay for the pussy, okay, R.I.P. Keed, okay
Plu-plug got too much dip on his chip, okay, tax for the zip, no way
Micro drac', eat a nigga up, lunch tray
Peanut butter glock? Let's trade
Ain't no better days
Ain't I say open the case?
Flex like five bands in his face, ain't got shit to say
Popped at him, he ran away
I'm on a jet, bitch, touched down too quick, I'm in Tokyo today
I call her Nesquik, stupid tits, put them bitches in my face
F*ckboy gotta check in, this not a tourist attraction, we really drop shit
Jump, bitch, like a mosh-pit
Oh, that was yo' ho' at the func'? But she copped it
Guap team rocket, too much of it for a wallet or pocket, yeah yeah (Yeah yeah)
Doot-doo
I can't believe, eh-ehm
I can't believe this ho-
Bitch, do you want Jimmy Choo or Marc Jacob
Mm, comin' in easy, no layup
Shame he fell off, when I'm up, Imma stay up
Countin' cake, ain't got time for a hater
Like my "redneck voice," said she want me to mate her
I jus' wan' smile, so I'll see you later (Byeah, byeah)
Lead her on just like a oscillator, every time they see me, As-salamu alaykum
If it ain't 2 mil' or more up on that paper, I'll be damned I sign a f*ckin' waiver
Looked at the bitch to my right and I swear I wan' love her, but I can't do nothing but hate her
Shit had got shakey like Bop-Its, took a lil' trip to the Tropics, add a lil flavor
Yeah, my cup don't need a chaser, shit got me slow like the fat niggas running the Pacer
Damn, okay, play hard to get, okay
Yeah, I'll pay for the pussy, okay, R.I.P. Keed, okay (TrulyWitted)
Plu-plug got too much dip on his chip, okay, tax for the zip, no way
Micro drac', eat a nigga up, lunch tray
Peanut butter glock? Let's trade
Ain't no better days
Ain't I say open the case?
Flex like five bands in his face, ain't got shit to say
Popped at him, he ran away
I'm on a jet, bitch, touched down too quick, I'm in Tokyo today
I call her Nesquik, stupid tits, put them bitches in my face
F*ckboy gotta check in, this not a tourist attraction, we really drop shit (we really drop shit)
I can't believe, eh-ehm
I can't believe this hoe really just tried to play me like a fool, uh
My-my niggas clutchin' them tools, one bad move won't be too good for you
Yeah, it's the Ghost, you know what it d-
Bitch, do you want Jimmy Choo or Marc Jacob
Mm, comin' in easy, no layup
Shame he fell off, when I'm up, Imma stay up
Countin' cake, ain't got time for a hater
Like my "redneck voice," said she want me to mate her
I jus' wan' smile, so I'll see you later
Lead her on just like a oscillator, every time they see me, As-salamu alaykum
If it ain't 2 mil' or more up on that paper, I'll be damned I sign a f*ckin' waiver
Looked at the bitch to my right and I swear I wan' love her, but I can't do nothing but hate her
Shit had got shakey like Bop-Its, took a lil' trip to the Tropics, add a lil flavor
M-m-my cup don't need a chaser, shit got me slow like the fat niggas running the Pacer
Damn, okay, play hard to get, okay
Yeah, I'll pay for the pussy, okay, R.I.P. Keed, okay
Plu-plug got too much dip on his chip, okay, tax for the zip, no way
Micro drac', eat a nigga up, lunch tray
Peanut butter glock? Let's trade
Ain't no better days
Ain't I say open the case?
Flex like five bands in his face, ain't got shit to say
Popped at him, he ran away
I'm on a jet, bitch, touched down too quick, I'm in Tokyo today
I call her Nesquik, stupid tits, put them bitches in my face
F*ckboy gotta check in, this not a tourist attraction, we really drop shit
Jump, bitch, like a mosh-pit
Oh, that was yo' ho' at the func'? But she copped it
Guap team rocket, too much of it for a wallet or pocket, yeah yeah (Yeah yeah)
Doot-doo
I can't believe, eh-ehm
I can't believe this ho-
Bitch, do you want Jimmy Choo or Marc Jacob
Mm, comin' in easy, no layup
Shame he fell off, when I'm up, Imma stay up
Countin' cake, ain't got time for a hater
Like my "redneck voice," said she want me to mate her
I jus' wan' smile, so I'll see you later (Byeah, byeah)
Lead her on just like a oscillator, every time they see me, As-salamu alaykum
If it ain't 2 mil' or more up on that paper, I'll be damned I sign a f*ckin' waiver
Looked at the bitch to my right and I swear I wan' love her, but I can't do nothing but hate her
Shit had got shakey like Bop-Its, took a lil' trip to the Tropics, add a lil flavor
Yeah, my cup don't need a chaser, shit got me slow like the fat niggas running the Pacer
Damn, okay, play hard to get, okay
Yeah, I'll pay for the pussy, okay, R.I.P. Keed, okay (TrulyWitted)
Plu-plug got too much dip on his chip, okay, tax for the zip, no way
Micro drac', eat a nigga up, lunch tray
Peanut butter glock? Let's trade
Ain't no better days
Ain't I say open the case?
Flex like five bands in his face, ain't got shit to say
Popped at him, he ran away
I'm on a jet, bitch, touched down too quick, I'm in Tokyo today
I call her Nesquik, stupid tits, put them bitches in my face
F*ckboy gotta check in, this not a tourist attraction, we really drop shit (we really drop shit)
Writer: Mekhai Williams
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid