BUAKAW
Yung Germ
What? What? What? What?
What? What? What? What?
What? What? What? What?
What? What? What? What? (Okay)
Run like the bitch you are
You the type to always need a gun, like the bitch you are
You the type to be my fuckin' son, like the bitch you are
Niggas actin' hard but never swung, like the bitch you are
You are just a bitch, you are- (Okay)
I created your whole life, you better call me "Papa" (Okay)
Too bad you be gettin' sneakers off of Alibaba (Wassup?)
I be in your bitches room doin' the helicopter (Huh)
I don't understand you, I'm hearin' radda-radda (Ha-ha)
I'm the clean up kid, now tell me where the messes is (Okay)
And when I arrive, I'ma rock a violin (Okay)
Got the five percent tints on the JDM (What?)
Right hand drive on the whip, you'll get strangled in
Makin' blood chokes (Hey), like a noose rope (Hey)
Throwin' elbows (What?), like the Thai folk (What?)
I'm makin' blood chokes (Hey), like a noose rope (Hey)
Breakin' high, goin' low, you in a toe hold (Okay)
Run like the bitch you are
You the type to always need a gun, like the bitch you are
You the type to be my fuckin' son, like the bitch you are
Niggas actin' hard but never swung, like the bitch you are
You are just a bitch, you are-
(Sleezy)
Who told you dye your hair and get
All those face tats? (Fuck outta here)
All of my ideas, niggas try to take that (Rat)
My shooter got five years, he ain't even say jack (No-no)
Bitch, this is my year, you can get your face cracked (Boom)
Just like a bitch you are, cryin' 'bout a bitch, nigga (Sleezy)
She gon' suck my dick tomorrow
I just fucked your bitch, nigga (Sleezy)
I just sold a brick of hard, I just got my big AR (Work)
Turn your face to mashed potato
Who told you lil bitch you hard? (Boom-boom-boom-boom)
This the KLEAN UP KREW, Tommy with a fuckin' dual (Sleezy)
If I don't got my gun, bet you run, well, we got two (Fuck outta here)
This the KLEAN UP KREW, call me Mr. Twenty-two (Sleezy)
Take the clip out, right before a nigga gun butt you (Doo-doo-doo-doo)
Run like the bitch you are
You the type to always need a gun, like the bitch you are
You the type to be my fuckin' son, like the bitch you are
Niggas actin' hard but never swung, like the bitch you are
You are just a bitch, you are- (Okay)
Run like the bitch you are
You the type to always need a gun, like the bitch you are
You the type to be my fuckin' son, like the bitch you are
Niggas actin' hard but never swung, like the bitch you are
You are just a bitch, you are-
What? What? What? What?
What? What? What? What?
What? What? What? What?
What? What? What? What? (Okay)
Run like the bitch you are
You the type to always need a gun, like the bitch you are
You the type to be my fuckin' son, like the bitch you are
Niggas actin' hard but never swung, like the bitch you are
You are just a bitch, you are- (Okay)
I created your whole life, you better call me "Papa" (Okay)
Too bad you be gettin' sneakers off of Alibaba (Wassup?)
I be in your bitches room doin' the helicopter (Huh)
I don't understand you, I'm hearin' radda-radda (Ha-ha)
I'm the clean up kid, now tell me where the messes is (Okay)
And when I arrive, I'ma rock a violin (Okay)
Got the five percent tints on the JDM (What?)
Right hand drive on the whip, you'll get strangled in
Makin' blood chokes (Hey), like a noose rope (Hey)
Throwin' elbows (What?), like the Thai folk (What?)
I'm makin' blood chokes (Hey), like a noose rope (Hey)
Breakin' high, goin' low, you in a toe hold (Okay)
Run like the bitch you are
You the type to always need a gun, like the bitch you are
You the type to be my fuckin' son, like the bitch you are
Niggas actin' hard but never swung, like the bitch you are
You are just a bitch, you are-
(Sleezy)
Who told you dye your hair and get
All those face tats? (Fuck outta here)
All of my ideas, niggas try to take that (Rat)
My shooter got five years, he ain't even say jack (No-no)
Bitch, this is my year, you can get your face cracked (Boom)
Just like a bitch you are, cryin' 'bout a bitch, nigga (Sleezy)
She gon' suck my dick tomorrow
I just fucked your bitch, nigga (Sleezy)
I just sold a brick of hard, I just got my big AR (Work)
Turn your face to mashed potato
Who told you lil bitch you hard? (Boom-boom-boom-boom)
This the KLEAN UP KREW, Tommy with a fuckin' dual (Sleezy)
If I don't got my gun, bet you run, well, we got two (Fuck outta here)
This the KLEAN UP KREW, call me Mr. Twenty-two (Sleezy)
Take the clip out, right before a nigga gun butt you (Doo-doo-doo-doo)
Run like the bitch you are
You the type to always need a gun, like the bitch you are
You the type to be my fuckin' son, like the bitch you are
Niggas actin' hard but never swung, like the bitch you are
You are just a bitch, you are- (Okay)
Run like the bitch you are
You the type to always need a gun, like the bitch you are
You the type to be my fuckin' son, like the bitch you are
Niggas actin' hard but never swung, like the bitch you are
You are just a bitch, you are-
Credits
Writer(s): Junius Rogers, Vinicius Sosa, Jeremy Schafer
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