Lego (feat. YL Platinum)
Stack up them chips like Lego
I put in on God I can't play with no hoe
My fucking money tall as my afro
And I bet you ain't know yo hoe would go
It ain't no puzzle to see you a bitch
My name in his mouth I don't like that shit
Give us the pack and it get gone quick
These niggas mad cause a young bull lit
That lil hoe bad and I know she do tricks
She wanna blow a nigga like a wish
Let's get the shit lit like a bic
Racks in my jeans I'm not worried bout shit
These niggas talk to God damn much
He think he know a lil something
Man these niggas talk to God damn much
I think he need a lil muzzle
I met a bad bitch wit no ass
Yea young nigga I count this cash
I roll me a blunt of the gas (it's a finger)
Adderall poppin' I'm fast (so fast)
Aye no Adderall we popping a Xan
They say that we can't but I know that we can
Please don't even hit me if it ain't bout the bands
I don't want no Stans I want me some fans
I hop on the beat and I change up the flow
You know me and Matt Nice yea we gon' blow
Yea your main bitch yea she a hoe
I ain't tell you cause I thought that you already know
We gon' get checks
Making these songs we stay on they neck
I know y'all be hating cause I see we up next
Foreign whipping, dash doing I hope I don't wreck
Bitches calling my phone they wanting attention
Huh girl stop stressing
I don't know who you think you finessing
You don't want me you just want these blessings
I know that we finna take over
All of my niggas they soldiers
Straight rob yo ass just for a quarter
Balling on niggas fourth quarter
I met a bad bitch wit no ass
Yea young nigga I count this cash
I roll me a blunt of the gas (it's a finger)
Adderall poppin' I'm fast (so fast)
Stack up them chips like Lego
I put in on God I can't play with no hoes
My fucking money tall as my afro
And I bet you ain't know yo hoe would go
It ain't no puzzle to see you a bitch
My name in his mouth I don't like that shit
Give us the pack and it get gone quick
These niggas mad cause a young bull lit
I ain't her dad I can't go for no trick
A lot of bad hoes oh yea
A lot of bad hoes which one I'ma pick
Me and YL we smoking on good gas ain't no mid
Me and YL really doing this shit
Yea
I put in on God I can't play with no hoe
My fucking money tall as my afro
And I bet you ain't know yo hoe would go
It ain't no puzzle to see you a bitch
My name in his mouth I don't like that shit
Give us the pack and it get gone quick
These niggas mad cause a young bull lit
That lil hoe bad and I know she do tricks
She wanna blow a nigga like a wish
Let's get the shit lit like a bic
Racks in my jeans I'm not worried bout shit
These niggas talk to God damn much
He think he know a lil something
Man these niggas talk to God damn much
I think he need a lil muzzle
I met a bad bitch wit no ass
Yea young nigga I count this cash
I roll me a blunt of the gas (it's a finger)
Adderall poppin' I'm fast (so fast)
Aye no Adderall we popping a Xan
They say that we can't but I know that we can
Please don't even hit me if it ain't bout the bands
I don't want no Stans I want me some fans
I hop on the beat and I change up the flow
You know me and Matt Nice yea we gon' blow
Yea your main bitch yea she a hoe
I ain't tell you cause I thought that you already know
We gon' get checks
Making these songs we stay on they neck
I know y'all be hating cause I see we up next
Foreign whipping, dash doing I hope I don't wreck
Bitches calling my phone they wanting attention
Huh girl stop stressing
I don't know who you think you finessing
You don't want me you just want these blessings
I know that we finna take over
All of my niggas they soldiers
Straight rob yo ass just for a quarter
Balling on niggas fourth quarter
I met a bad bitch wit no ass
Yea young nigga I count this cash
I roll me a blunt of the gas (it's a finger)
Adderall poppin' I'm fast (so fast)
Stack up them chips like Lego
I put in on God I can't play with no hoes
My fucking money tall as my afro
And I bet you ain't know yo hoe would go
It ain't no puzzle to see you a bitch
My name in his mouth I don't like that shit
Give us the pack and it get gone quick
These niggas mad cause a young bull lit
I ain't her dad I can't go for no trick
A lot of bad hoes oh yea
A lot of bad hoes which one I'ma pick
Me and YL we smoking on good gas ain't no mid
Me and YL really doing this shit
Yea
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Writer(s): Matthew Davis
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