One Take Shawty
One take shawty, one take shawty
Aye, aye, look one take shawty, yea
Grave gang nigga start shooting like the rockets
Pistol in my pocket I ain't ever gotta cock it
Left hand countin' cash right in her stockings
Know that imma dump her imma pass her John Stockton
I'm counting cash while you niggas still hating
Choppa no debating hit yo ass up with no patience
I don't want to love her I'm allergic to relations
No we can not match bro bounce, start skating
Gang gang gang gang no you can not hang with us
Why you looking mad imma turn your ass to angel dust
I tote chopsticks no you can not play with us
Brody keep the AR but you know we keep the K with us
Boof pack selling out the pussy we gon bailing out
Finesse my whole class that's the reason why I'm failing em
These niggas telling all they do it in they music
I be getting cash thank God I pursue it
Choppa hit yo low ass bet yo low ass get to movin'
Choppa cut his top like boofy in the Hollywood we cruisin'
Say he want some smoke we 'bout to hotbox
I don't want your body lil bitch why you brought a crop top (yea yea)
Grave gang go ape gang yea jurassic park
Try to pull up in the dark
We send these beams right through your car (yea)
I be with some animals just like Jumanji
The only time they call my bitch is when they saying mami
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Call her mami
She gone suck me up so fast, I am a zombie
Why the call me
Your boyfriend broke, he wearing Abercrombie
Aye, aye, look one take shawty, yea
Grave gang nigga start shooting like the rockets
Pistol in my pocket I ain't ever gotta cock it
Left hand countin' cash right in her stockings
Know that imma dump her imma pass her John Stockton
I'm counting cash while you niggas still hating
Choppa no debating hit yo ass up with no patience
I don't want to love her I'm allergic to relations
No we can not match bro bounce, start skating
Gang gang gang gang no you can not hang with us
Why you looking mad imma turn your ass to angel dust
I tote chopsticks no you can not play with us
Brody keep the AR but you know we keep the K with us
Boof pack selling out the pussy we gon bailing out
Finesse my whole class that's the reason why I'm failing em
These niggas telling all they do it in they music
I be getting cash thank God I pursue it
Choppa hit yo low ass bet yo low ass get to movin'
Choppa cut his top like boofy in the Hollywood we cruisin'
Say he want some smoke we 'bout to hotbox
I don't want your body lil bitch why you brought a crop top (yea yea)
Grave gang go ape gang yea jurassic park
Try to pull up in the dark
We send these beams right through your car (yea)
I be with some animals just like Jumanji
The only time they call my bitch is when they saying mami
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Call her mami
She gone suck me up so fast, I am a zombie
Why the call me
Your boyfriend broke, he wearing Abercrombie
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