On God!
Super Sonic style!
Bruh, these niggas act like bitches, but that shit ain't nothin' new
No COVID-19, but yvngxchris got the flu
When that boy seen the Glock, he ain't know what to do
And this hoe not my bitch, why she callin' me boo?
I'ma call up the gang, I'ma call up the troops
I'ma beat from the back and I'm smackin' her glutes
She gon' eat on the dick like she playin' the flute
Yeah, bitch oh my gosh
I got the Glock and that bitch go in stocks
Slimin' that nigga, put that boy on Fox
I stay with the Glocky, nigga I don't box
You niggas be bitches, always ridin' cocks
Not Minecraft, but yvngxchris-o on your block
That bitch ass nigga went broke like Joc
Ol' bitch ass boy, you a hoe, on God (On God)
Call up the gang, you knowin' what we do
I call up Chris, we hangin' at the stu'
You talkin' now, you end up on the news
And she a hoe, she fuckin' on the crew
We got the clips, we empty out the room (Yeah, yeah)
My guy hit his Crip, man, I got the blues (Uh-huh)
Off of the gas, bitch, I'm on the moon
You talkin' down, man, you meet your doom
(Yeah, yeah)
Yeah, I'ma get rich, on God (Yeah, yeah)
Fuckin' on a bitch, on God
Bet I pull up with a stick, on God
(Yeah, yeah, fah, fah, fah, fah, blick)
Bruh, these niggas act like bitches, but that shit ain't nothin' new
No COVID-19, but yvngxchris got the flu
When that boy seen the Glock, he ain't know what to do
And this hoe not my bitch, why she callin' me boo?
I'ma call up the gang, I'ma call up the troops
I'ma beat from the back and I'm smackin' her glutes
She gon' eat on the dick like she playin' the flute
Yeah, bitch oh my gosh
I got the Glock and that bitch go in stocks
Slimin' that nigga, put that boy on Fox
I stay with the Glocky, nigga I don't box
You niggas be bitches, always ridin' cocks
Not Minecraft, but yvngxchris-o on your block
That bitch ass nigga went broke like Joc
Ol' bitch ass boy, you a hoe, on God (On God)
Call up the gang, you knowin' what we do
I call up Chris, we hangin' at the stu'
You talkin' now, you end up on the news
And she a hoe, she fuckin' on the crew
We got the clips, we empty out the room (Yeah, yeah)
My guy hit his Crip, man, I got the blues (Uh-huh)
Off of the gas, bitch, I'm on the moon
You talkin' down, man, you meet your doom
(Yeah, yeah)
Yeah, I'ma get rich, on God (Yeah, yeah)
Fuckin' on a bitch, on God
Bet I pull up with a stick, on God
(Yeah, yeah, fah, fah, fah, fah, blick)
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Writer(s): Christian Williams, Fazan Munshi
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