Bad Boys
X and M
Come help me find it real quick?
Ooh this sweet smell good
Somebody call my phone, I can't find my phone
Smell this
What, what, what, what, what, what, what, what
Get the fuck up, get the fuck up
Get the fuck up, get the fuck up
What, what, what, what, what, what, what, what
Shut the fuck up, shut the fuck up
Shut the fuck up, shut the fuck up
Your girlfriend been with me
Told you she was runnin' errands
Hit it out the park like Hank Aaron
Walk in the dime, everybody starin' at me
Like they ain't pumpin' my shit
Like they ain't fuckin' on bitches I been hit
Them niggas ain't that rich
Them niggas need another hit, I get it
None of my bitches let go, hmm
None of my bitches let go, I get it
All of my niggas get dough, hmm, yeah
All of my niggas get dough, I get it
None of my bitches let go, hmm
None of my bitches let go, I get it
All of my niggas get dough, hmm, uh
All of my niggas get dough, woah
I'm nauseous (woah)
I lost it (yeah)
She topless (ooh)
Be cautious (damn)
Just tried me a brand new substance (damn)
I'm wildin' out in public (yeah)
She ridin' (ooh)
I'm thuggin' (yeah)
On God I just gotta keep hustlin' (on God)
She married, I'm fuckin' (ooh)
She don't give a fuck about her husband (nah)
Can't make this shit up, I'm slizzered, I got the hiccups I'm piss drunk
Don't take my pictures, got symptoms
Of blurry vision, need OG kush in my system
Please don't you pass me no Swisha
Throwin' up all my liquor, catch second wins, I'm that nigga, nigga
Black girl at the backyard party
White line, she about to get gnarly
Red flag, she a Hollywood actress
Pink lipstick all on my mattress
Blue strips, all up in my pockets
Green kush, that's just how I like it
More gold than Jerome-rome roll me
And can't like Tommy and co
None of my bitches let go, yeah
None of my bitches let go, uh
All of my niggas get dough, hmm, yeah
All of my niggas get dough, yeah
None of my bitches let go, yeah yeah
None of my bitches let go, I get it
All of my niggas get dough, hmm, yeah
All of my niggas get dough
What, what, what, what, what, what, what, what
Get the fuck up, get the fuck up
Get the fuck up, get the fuck up
What, what, what, what, what, what, what, what
Shut the fuck up, shut the fuck up
Shut the fuck up, shut the fuck up
Come help me find it real quick?
Ooh this sweet smell good
Somebody call my phone, I can't find my phone
Smell this
What, what, what, what, what, what, what, what
Get the fuck up, get the fuck up
Get the fuck up, get the fuck up
What, what, what, what, what, what, what, what
Shut the fuck up, shut the fuck up
Shut the fuck up, shut the fuck up
Your girlfriend been with me
Told you she was runnin' errands
Hit it out the park like Hank Aaron
Walk in the dime, everybody starin' at me
Like they ain't pumpin' my shit
Like they ain't fuckin' on bitches I been hit
Them niggas ain't that rich
Them niggas need another hit, I get it
None of my bitches let go, hmm
None of my bitches let go, I get it
All of my niggas get dough, hmm, yeah
All of my niggas get dough, I get it
None of my bitches let go, hmm
None of my bitches let go, I get it
All of my niggas get dough, hmm, uh
All of my niggas get dough, woah
I'm nauseous (woah)
I lost it (yeah)
She topless (ooh)
Be cautious (damn)
Just tried me a brand new substance (damn)
I'm wildin' out in public (yeah)
She ridin' (ooh)
I'm thuggin' (yeah)
On God I just gotta keep hustlin' (on God)
She married, I'm fuckin' (ooh)
She don't give a fuck about her husband (nah)
Can't make this shit up, I'm slizzered, I got the hiccups I'm piss drunk
Don't take my pictures, got symptoms
Of blurry vision, need OG kush in my system
Please don't you pass me no Swisha
Throwin' up all my liquor, catch second wins, I'm that nigga, nigga
Black girl at the backyard party
White line, she about to get gnarly
Red flag, she a Hollywood actress
Pink lipstick all on my mattress
Blue strips, all up in my pockets
Green kush, that's just how I like it
More gold than Jerome-rome roll me
And can't like Tommy and co
None of my bitches let go, yeah
None of my bitches let go, uh
All of my niggas get dough, hmm, yeah
All of my niggas get dough, yeah
None of my bitches let go, yeah yeah
None of my bitches let go, I get it
All of my niggas get dough, hmm, yeah
All of my niggas get dough
What, what, what, what, what, what, what, what
Get the fuck up, get the fuck up
Get the fuck up, get the fuck up
What, what, what, what, what, what, what, what
Shut the fuck up, shut the fuck up
Shut the fuck up, shut the fuck up
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Writer(s): Kent Jamz, Jason Pounds, Simmie Sims
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