JAWS!
Steady always talking out your jaw
How you steady always talking out your jaw
Swing the addy I'ma pop out where you are
Popped a pillie, took a turn, and missed your call
Fuck your feelings baby I can't get involved
Big gas, butterflies on the car
Caught you slipping, I might have to break your heart
Lay em out show 'em how to see the stars
Man down, all my dawgs go to war
Something illegal in my bag got me flying up to Saturn
Said she got a mans baby that don't even matter
Said she wanna be my wifey, but my bitch badder
Hundred on the dash board, yeah I hope this ain't my last turn
Swervin' out, shoot 'em down, you don't want the smoke
Bad bitch turn around, keep it on the low
Silly thot, she a opp, can't fuck with a hoe
Pussy thought he had a chance, put it through his dome
Ay your bitch my biggest fan, said that I'ma be a star, huh
Baby tell me something that I don't know, yah
I'm a real big drippa, and she think that I'm hard
But maybe it's the way that I stole her heart
How you steady always talking out your jaw
Swing the addy I'ma pop out where you are
Popped a pillie, took a turn, and missed your call
Fuck your feelings baby I can't get involved
Big gas, butterflies on the car
Caught you slipping, I might have to break your heart
Lay em out show 'em how to see the stars
Man down, all my dawgs go to war, woah
Aye we gon go to war like its call of duty
Fuck her once then i leave cuz that bitch a groupie
Shawty like a actress the way we making movies
Ain't got room in the whip this right here a 2 seat
I'ma slide to the crib like my name was toosie
FL for the diamonds that's a real beauty
Shawty is a eater she do it for the louis
I'm the judge of this shit and i ain't talking judy
I'ma smash that, blunts we gon pass that
Coutin up the paper you would swear this shit was math class
Feeling like i'm Steve O, She said i'm a jackass
Run up on me treat you like a bitch i'm gonna clap that
How you steady always talking out your jaw
Swing the addy I'ma pop out where you are
Popped a pillie, took a turn, and missed your call
Fuck your feelings baby I can't get involved
Big gas, butterflies on the car
Caught you slipping, I might have to break your heart
Lay em out show 'em how to see the stars
Man down, all my dawgs go to war
How you steady always talking out your jaw
Swing the addy I'ma pop out where you are
Popped a pillie, took a turn, and missed your call
Fuck your feelings baby I can't get involved
Big gas, butterflies on the car
Caught you slipping, I might have to break your heart
Lay em out show 'em how to see the stars
Man down, all my dawgs go to war
Something illegal in my bag got me flying up to Saturn
Said she got a mans baby that don't even matter
Said she wanna be my wifey, but my bitch badder
Hundred on the dash board, yeah I hope this ain't my last turn
Swervin' out, shoot 'em down, you don't want the smoke
Bad bitch turn around, keep it on the low
Silly thot, she a opp, can't fuck with a hoe
Pussy thought he had a chance, put it through his dome
Ay your bitch my biggest fan, said that I'ma be a star, huh
Baby tell me something that I don't know, yah
I'm a real big drippa, and she think that I'm hard
But maybe it's the way that I stole her heart
How you steady always talking out your jaw
Swing the addy I'ma pop out where you are
Popped a pillie, took a turn, and missed your call
Fuck your feelings baby I can't get involved
Big gas, butterflies on the car
Caught you slipping, I might have to break your heart
Lay em out show 'em how to see the stars
Man down, all my dawgs go to war, woah
Aye we gon go to war like its call of duty
Fuck her once then i leave cuz that bitch a groupie
Shawty like a actress the way we making movies
Ain't got room in the whip this right here a 2 seat
I'ma slide to the crib like my name was toosie
FL for the diamonds that's a real beauty
Shawty is a eater she do it for the louis
I'm the judge of this shit and i ain't talking judy
I'ma smash that, blunts we gon pass that
Coutin up the paper you would swear this shit was math class
Feeling like i'm Steve O, She said i'm a jackass
Run up on me treat you like a bitch i'm gonna clap that
How you steady always talking out your jaw
Swing the addy I'ma pop out where you are
Popped a pillie, took a turn, and missed your call
Fuck your feelings baby I can't get involved
Big gas, butterflies on the car
Caught you slipping, I might have to break your heart
Lay em out show 'em how to see the stars
Man down, all my dawgs go to war
Credits
Writer(s): Zachary Sabetta, Zachariah Khan
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