OuuSh!t
Ain't never left got you la' niggas panicking
Still in this bitch like a motherfucking mannequin
Give me that cat fuck around and I damage it
Dog in that Dart do the dash he acting
Plug got the sack it be thick like a packet
Swerving the streets drove the life out the Caddy
Get high with my brothers hot boxing a backy, a wood
Roll up some more and I'm good
I ain't hit that la' bitch but I could
I ain't pull his la' card but I should
In the coupe off that motherfucking pressure
La' vibe gon' slide in a Tesla
Need a medic I said I'ma stretch her
Say I'm tryna be you nigga never
Too many hoes I be feeling like Santa
Double my cup mix the yellow and Fanta
Got bitches thats mixed black and white like a panda
Can't call 'em no bae cause a nigga ain't Tampa
Might catch me riding round in a Hellcat wit' a Hellcat that's the gat to match
Or I might be chilling don't know where I'm at
Flipping through the money like a acrobat
If yo ass is not set I don't wanna match
I beat it up got beef with the cat
These niggas ain't having they flex wit a stack
If he fuck wit' a mouse then he really a rat
Kell in this bitch and I didn't come to play
She wanna fuck but I just want the face
Can't trap wit a half sell that shit in a day
Better come get ya' bitch 'fore I give her away
Aye aye yeah
Still in this bitch like a motherfucking mannequin
Give me that cat fuck around and I damage it
Dog in that Dart do the dash he acting
Plug got the sack it be thick like a packet
Swerving the streets drove the life out the Caddy
Get high with my brothers hot boxing a backy, a wood
Roll up some more and I'm good
I ain't hit that la' bitch but I could
I ain't pull his la' card but I should
In the coupe off that motherfucking pressure
La' vibe gon' slide in a Tesla
Need a medic I said I'ma stretch her
Say I'm tryna be you nigga never
Too many hoes I be feeling like Santa
Double my cup mix the yellow and Fanta
Got bitches thats mixed black and white like a panda
Can't call 'em no bae cause a nigga ain't Tampa
Might catch me riding round in a Hellcat wit' a Hellcat that's the gat to match
Or I might be chilling don't know where I'm at
Flipping through the money like a acrobat
If yo ass is not set I don't wanna match
I beat it up got beef with the cat
These niggas ain't having they flex wit a stack
If he fuck wit' a mouse then he really a rat
Kell in this bitch and I didn't come to play
She wanna fuck but I just want the face
Can't trap wit a half sell that shit in a day
Better come get ya' bitch 'fore I give her away
Aye aye yeah
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Writer(s): Makell Lyle
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