This That
See i told you I be flossin
Nigga this is foreal
Keep yo shawty In check I think she like my appeal
Flip that pack, let it roll
Watch it do cartwheels
Why they slippin when they round me
Homie this is the deal
This that
Water on me drippin
This that
We gon make a killin
This that
Take yo bitch to Lenox
Bring her back she reminiscin
This that
We don't care bout distance
This that
Riding through the village
This that
Turn ya speakers up
If you feel like ya boy is winning
I put 365
In this full time grind
Hate my shine
Can you hate on the side
Take what's mine
Is you out yo mind
Boy I'll do ya
All my shooters aim above the waistline
Issa jungle in the city
Royal rumble on the block
All my staying Jiggy
Ducking dodging from the cops
Yo bitch with me pussy pink and pretty
No cap
Thassa fendi
I wanna Bentley
Mighty high and trendy
Finna fix a frenzy
Wanna know
How I'm fly
Wanna know
How I ride
Wanna see
Wannabe
J.I.G.G.Y
Aye Victoria got secrets that she'll never reveal
Why they slipping when they round me homie
This is the deal
This that
Water on me drippin
This that
We gon make a killin
This that
Take yo bitch to Lenox
Bring her back she reminiscin
This that
We don't care bout distance
This that
Riding through the village
This that
Turn ya speakers up
If you feel like ya boy is winning
I got niggas in the trap house
Yeah they live at the bando
Wrong move all rise
Yeah they love that crescendo
I said I'm loving my nina
Never going commando
That bihh bad, black, and beauitlful
She came with some friends tho
She gon drop and shake, move
She gon get some fake boobs
She get wet for a check
And them niggas pay too
No flex
I'm the best
Ima vet
You a guest
Yo bitch impressed
How I dress
I finesse
Nothing less
No stress
No limit
It's a given
On my pivot
Issa scrimmage
Ain't no Bentley thissa civic
Polyester ain't no linen
Ain't no cappin Issa fitted
I been grinding for a minute
want my chicken
And my biscuits
Gotta get it
This that
Water on me drippin
This that
We gon make a killin
This that
Take yo bitch to Lenox
Bring her back she reminiscin
This that
We don't care bout distance
This that
Riding through the village
This that
Turn ya speakers up
If you feel like ya boy is winning
Nigga this is foreal
Keep yo shawty In check I think she like my appeal
Flip that pack, let it roll
Watch it do cartwheels
Why they slippin when they round me
Homie this is the deal
This that
Water on me drippin
This that
We gon make a killin
This that
Take yo bitch to Lenox
Bring her back she reminiscin
This that
We don't care bout distance
This that
Riding through the village
This that
Turn ya speakers up
If you feel like ya boy is winning
I put 365
In this full time grind
Hate my shine
Can you hate on the side
Take what's mine
Is you out yo mind
Boy I'll do ya
All my shooters aim above the waistline
Issa jungle in the city
Royal rumble on the block
All my staying Jiggy
Ducking dodging from the cops
Yo bitch with me pussy pink and pretty
No cap
Thassa fendi
I wanna Bentley
Mighty high and trendy
Finna fix a frenzy
Wanna know
How I'm fly
Wanna know
How I ride
Wanna see
Wannabe
J.I.G.G.Y
Aye Victoria got secrets that she'll never reveal
Why they slipping when they round me homie
This is the deal
This that
Water on me drippin
This that
We gon make a killin
This that
Take yo bitch to Lenox
Bring her back she reminiscin
This that
We don't care bout distance
This that
Riding through the village
This that
Turn ya speakers up
If you feel like ya boy is winning
I got niggas in the trap house
Yeah they live at the bando
Wrong move all rise
Yeah they love that crescendo
I said I'm loving my nina
Never going commando
That bihh bad, black, and beauitlful
She came with some friends tho
She gon drop and shake, move
She gon get some fake boobs
She get wet for a check
And them niggas pay too
No flex
I'm the best
Ima vet
You a guest
Yo bitch impressed
How I dress
I finesse
Nothing less
No stress
No limit
It's a given
On my pivot
Issa scrimmage
Ain't no Bentley thissa civic
Polyester ain't no linen
Ain't no cappin Issa fitted
I been grinding for a minute
want my chicken
And my biscuits
Gotta get it
This that
Water on me drippin
This that
We gon make a killin
This that
Take yo bitch to Lenox
Bring her back she reminiscin
This that
We don't care bout distance
This that
Riding through the village
This that
Turn ya speakers up
If you feel like ya boy is winning
Credits
Writer(s): Isaiah General
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