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Yeah
Umm
Umm
Umm
Umm
Umm
Die wit my bruddas
And I'm with my bruddas hmm
And I'm with my bruddas
And I'm with my bruddas hmm
I just walked up in the sto (Huh)
I- I- I say imma get my dough
I throw it up and watch it fall to the flo
She wanna fuck I told her pick up her Clothes
I ain't need her back then now she always texting
I just gotta glock I'm bout to pull up smith and wesson
Yeah I hit it from the back yeah I was fucking on yo best friend
Yeah she really wanna talk but I ain't doing all that texting
I can't give her my heart
They say imma target like a dart
I say all my diamonds shining from the far
I say I wit my bruddas yeah we rock out like guitar
Lay up on the ground yeah we staring at the stars (Bruh)
Ion even smoke no weed but I'm high I go to Mars (Bruh)
I'm so slept on
I'm really checking if y'all listen to the next song
I gotta glock and I up it at ya neck bone
And they know that I'm gone
And I gotta glock I up the chrome
And I pour the wocky in the styrofoam
Ion even like her I can take her home
I just walked up in the sto (Huh)
I say imma get my dough
I throw it up and watch it fall to the flo
She wanna fuck I told her pick up her Clothes
I ain't need her back then now she always texting
I just gotta glock I'm bout to pull up smith and wesson
yeah I hit it from the back yeah I was fucking on yo best friend
Yeah she really wanna talk but I ain't doing all that texting
Umm
Umm
Umm
Umm
Umm
Die wit my bruddas
And I'm with my bruddas hmm
And I'm with my bruddas
And I'm with my bruddas hmm
I just walked up in the sto (Huh)
I- I- I say imma get my dough
I throw it up and watch it fall to the flo
She wanna fuck I told her pick up her Clothes
I ain't need her back then now she always texting
I just gotta glock I'm bout to pull up smith and wesson
Yeah I hit it from the back yeah I was fucking on yo best friend
Yeah she really wanna talk but I ain't doing all that texting
I can't give her my heart
They say imma target like a dart
I say all my diamonds shining from the far
I say I wit my bruddas yeah we rock out like guitar
Lay up on the ground yeah we staring at the stars (Bruh)
Ion even smoke no weed but I'm high I go to Mars (Bruh)
I'm so slept on
I'm really checking if y'all listen to the next song
I gotta glock and I up it at ya neck bone
And they know that I'm gone
And I gotta glock I up the chrome
And I pour the wocky in the styrofoam
Ion even like her I can take her home
I just walked up in the sto (Huh)
I say imma get my dough
I throw it up and watch it fall to the flo
She wanna fuck I told her pick up her Clothes
I ain't need her back then now she always texting
I just gotta glock I'm bout to pull up smith and wesson
yeah I hit it from the back yeah I was fucking on yo best friend
Yeah she really wanna talk but I ain't doing all that texting
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Writer(s): Tramaine Hannah
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