Playoffs
Stop, drop
Make that pussy pop
She a blow pop
Baby, give me whole top
Riding in this drop
Counting all this gaup
Fucking all these thots
Middle finger to the cop
Nigga fuck a opp
Nigga you get chopped
Pull up to your block
Man that shit, gone stop
Bitch i never stop
Headed to the top
Give it all i got
Promise i can't stop
Bitch i got, big knots
Knock your head off
Get the bread off
Then i led off, and i sped off
Bitch i take off, and i race off
Nigga keep your day job
Yea your way off
Yea i'm balling, like the fucking play offs
And i set it off, bitch i'm just like adolf
Yea you know, i do this
Got the sauce
And it's hard for me, to play that shit off
A, hard for me to play that shit off
Cause you know i get it
Bitch you l know i led off
Yea you know, these fuck niggas
Man they so soft
Bet this fucking forty
Will knock your face off
I always stayed on
While these niggas stayed off
I know one day, this gone pay off
These hoes feel like it's heaven
Chilling with the sage god
Yea it's heaven, chilling with the sage god
Back to back, bitch
All i do is lane swap
Your bitch give me top
I don't do, no name drop
She give it all, she got
While i hit her g spot
Baby go crazy, every time
I pop off
Back to back, bitch
All i do is lane swap
Your bitch give me top
I don't do, no name drop
She give it all, she got
While i hit her g spot
Baby go crazy, every time
I pop off
Stop, drop
Make that pussy pop
She a blow pop
Baby, give me whole top
Riding in this drop
Counting all this gaup
Fucking all these thots
Middle finger to the cop
Make that pussy pop
She a blow pop
Baby, give me whole top
Riding in this drop
Counting all this gaup
Fucking all these thots
Middle finger to the cop
Nigga fuck a opp
Nigga you get chopped
Pull up to your block
Man that shit, gone stop
Bitch i never stop
Headed to the top
Give it all i got
Promise i can't stop
Bitch i got, big knots
Knock your head off
Get the bread off
Then i led off, and i sped off
Bitch i take off, and i race off
Nigga keep your day job
Yea your way off
Yea i'm balling, like the fucking play offs
And i set it off, bitch i'm just like adolf
Yea you know, i do this
Got the sauce
And it's hard for me, to play that shit off
A, hard for me to play that shit off
Cause you know i get it
Bitch you l know i led off
Yea you know, these fuck niggas
Man they so soft
Bet this fucking forty
Will knock your face off
I always stayed on
While these niggas stayed off
I know one day, this gone pay off
These hoes feel like it's heaven
Chilling with the sage god
Yea it's heaven, chilling with the sage god
Back to back, bitch
All i do is lane swap
Your bitch give me top
I don't do, no name drop
She give it all, she got
While i hit her g spot
Baby go crazy, every time
I pop off
Back to back, bitch
All i do is lane swap
Your bitch give me top
I don't do, no name drop
She give it all, she got
While i hit her g spot
Baby go crazy, every time
I pop off
Stop, drop
Make that pussy pop
She a blow pop
Baby, give me whole top
Riding in this drop
Counting all this gaup
Fucking all these thots
Middle finger to the cop
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Writer(s): Cesar Almaraz
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