White Doves
I ain't trying to rock no cuffs, but I might rock somebody
They see my shit and they won't touch, My shit poison ivy
10 bands in 2 days, that shit perfect timing
(Free Austin, free my nigga man)
They loving how we thug, our names been through the mud
Let it fly on ya bitch, like some white doves
On my O.J, tip make sure I can't fit dat glove
I know my summer lit, so I ain't tryna rock no cuffs
They loving how we thug, our names been through the mud
Let it fly on ya bitch, like some white doves
On my O.J tip, make sure I can't fit dat glove
I know my summer lit, so I ain't trying to rock no cuffs
I ain't trying to rock no cuffs, but I might rock somebody
They see my shit and they won't touch, my shit poison ivy
10 bands in 2 days, that shit be perfect timing
Trying to get a Rolls Royce and some baguette diamonds
I want that Saint Laurant, sometimes I rock dat stone island
That boy got a couple g's, we leave his momma hollering
I only smoke exotic, I heard you smoked ya product
I heard they smoked ya nigga, and you ain't did nothing 'bout it
They loving how we thug, our names been through the mud
Let it fly on ya bitch, like some white doves
On my O.J tip, make sure I can't fit dat glove
I know my summer lit, so I ain't trying to rock no cuffs
They loving how we thug, our names been through the mud
Let it fly on ya bitch, like some white doves
On my O.J tip, make sure I can't fit dat glove
I know my summer lit, so I ain't trying to rock no cuffs
I ain't trying rock no trues, I'm trying to rock Amiri's
I keep pressing with that tool, make the op block scary
Y'all niggas pussies and y'all rats, just like Tom and jerry
Ima snatch a nigga chain, and ima pawn the jewelry
Ima lie inside the court room, and convince the jury
I hate to do it to ya, 9 get to flowing through ya
See me in the street, and I'm gone see if you a real shooter
My pop ain't tell me shit, I was listening to that young scooter
And bitch I get the memo, get money and fuck on bimbos
And a nigga gone stay 10 toes, bitch this ain't no rental
(Free my nigga Austin man, We dropping bombs on y'all niggas all 2019 man
You better duck, or get hit in ya fucking head man)
They see my shit and they won't touch, My shit poison ivy
10 bands in 2 days, that shit perfect timing
(Free Austin, free my nigga man)
They loving how we thug, our names been through the mud
Let it fly on ya bitch, like some white doves
On my O.J, tip make sure I can't fit dat glove
I know my summer lit, so I ain't tryna rock no cuffs
They loving how we thug, our names been through the mud
Let it fly on ya bitch, like some white doves
On my O.J tip, make sure I can't fit dat glove
I know my summer lit, so I ain't trying to rock no cuffs
I ain't trying to rock no cuffs, but I might rock somebody
They see my shit and they won't touch, my shit poison ivy
10 bands in 2 days, that shit be perfect timing
Trying to get a Rolls Royce and some baguette diamonds
I want that Saint Laurant, sometimes I rock dat stone island
That boy got a couple g's, we leave his momma hollering
I only smoke exotic, I heard you smoked ya product
I heard they smoked ya nigga, and you ain't did nothing 'bout it
They loving how we thug, our names been through the mud
Let it fly on ya bitch, like some white doves
On my O.J tip, make sure I can't fit dat glove
I know my summer lit, so I ain't trying to rock no cuffs
They loving how we thug, our names been through the mud
Let it fly on ya bitch, like some white doves
On my O.J tip, make sure I can't fit dat glove
I know my summer lit, so I ain't trying to rock no cuffs
I ain't trying rock no trues, I'm trying to rock Amiri's
I keep pressing with that tool, make the op block scary
Y'all niggas pussies and y'all rats, just like Tom and jerry
Ima snatch a nigga chain, and ima pawn the jewelry
Ima lie inside the court room, and convince the jury
I hate to do it to ya, 9 get to flowing through ya
See me in the street, and I'm gone see if you a real shooter
My pop ain't tell me shit, I was listening to that young scooter
And bitch I get the memo, get money and fuck on bimbos
And a nigga gone stay 10 toes, bitch this ain't no rental
(Free my nigga Austin man, We dropping bombs on y'all niggas all 2019 man
You better duck, or get hit in ya fucking head man)
Credits
Writer(s): Natavian Nash
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