Eternal
(Beatz by Lex hoe, that's my nigga bro)
(Hollup, tell it like this uh)
Niggas be jammin but we never lackin so we don't get held up
These niggas can't hold us
My niggas never foldin and we gifted
Rollin up blunts cuz we love to get lifted
I shoot the glock like a soldier
I shoot from the hip not the shoulder
And my wrist be rocky like boulders
My niggas gon slide like some bowlers
Aye run that hoe back, bitch
(Ooh he got the shoes too)
I got a glick in this bitch
I put my hand right on my hip
These niggas gon dip in this bitch cuz they sweet in this bitch
I'm feelin this shit
Perc 30 I'm feelin this shit
We rollin we rollin we rollin
Like Rolling Loud in this bitch
And we rolling loud in this bitch
And we roll by the numbers
40, 40, 40, 40
Lex my slime, thats my woodie
I get to the bag bro
I said I get to the bag hoe
And once I go get it no I can not split it cuz you niggas wasn't here before
Gettin a bag get a bag get a bag
My niggas they ruthless, don't know how to act
Big dick in yo bitch make that hoe wanna gag
She don't get wet then I'm throwin a flag
And we coming down off the blunts
But we finna reup with some Runtz
And yo bitch feelin me got a hunch
Finna eat on the pussy like lunch
Hoes, thirsty need water
Sorry señor imma fuck on yo daughter
And when I'm done, no I do not need her
So you know I'm not gon text her or call her
Runnin up racks, straight to the back
Booujee as hell, we shoppin at Sacks
And not at the fifth, cuz we pour a 4
These niggas don't know that Moe keep a pole
Said they call me Moe, off Gable Grove
But I'm not not from DC posted up like a T
Said these hoes be starin come fuck with the team
Paper route shit we be chasin the green, bitch
Paper route shit we be chasin that cheddar
Admit I'm a king, do my thing no one better
And niggas not touching me, don't gotta sweat em
And even though it's hot I still got my sweater on
Niggas know what I'm on, I don't get hot
Keep my composure, unlike a thot
But it comes to blows bitch you getting rocked
Cause niggas talk shit try to diss and get hot
(Yeah, cause niggas talk shit try to diss and get hot, you can get robbed, right out ya socks)
(Hollup, tell it like this uh)
Niggas be jammin but we never lackin so we don't get held up
These niggas can't hold us
My niggas never foldin and we gifted
Rollin up blunts cuz we love to get lifted
I shoot the glock like a soldier
I shoot from the hip not the shoulder
And my wrist be rocky like boulders
My niggas gon slide like some bowlers
Aye run that hoe back, bitch
(Ooh he got the shoes too)
I got a glick in this bitch
I put my hand right on my hip
These niggas gon dip in this bitch cuz they sweet in this bitch
I'm feelin this shit
Perc 30 I'm feelin this shit
We rollin we rollin we rollin
Like Rolling Loud in this bitch
And we rolling loud in this bitch
And we roll by the numbers
40, 40, 40, 40
Lex my slime, thats my woodie
I get to the bag bro
I said I get to the bag hoe
And once I go get it no I can not split it cuz you niggas wasn't here before
Gettin a bag get a bag get a bag
My niggas they ruthless, don't know how to act
Big dick in yo bitch make that hoe wanna gag
She don't get wet then I'm throwin a flag
And we coming down off the blunts
But we finna reup with some Runtz
And yo bitch feelin me got a hunch
Finna eat on the pussy like lunch
Hoes, thirsty need water
Sorry señor imma fuck on yo daughter
And when I'm done, no I do not need her
So you know I'm not gon text her or call her
Runnin up racks, straight to the back
Booujee as hell, we shoppin at Sacks
And not at the fifth, cuz we pour a 4
These niggas don't know that Moe keep a pole
Said they call me Moe, off Gable Grove
But I'm not not from DC posted up like a T
Said these hoes be starin come fuck with the team
Paper route shit we be chasin the green, bitch
Paper route shit we be chasin that cheddar
Admit I'm a king, do my thing no one better
And niggas not touching me, don't gotta sweat em
And even though it's hot I still got my sweater on
Niggas know what I'm on, I don't get hot
Keep my composure, unlike a thot
But it comes to blows bitch you getting rocked
Cause niggas talk shit try to diss and get hot
(Yeah, cause niggas talk shit try to diss and get hot, you can get robbed, right out ya socks)
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Writer(s): Morris White
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