Jodie
Pullup 228
I know why they hate
You don't wanna race
I blew a bag today
I'm popping tags today
I got 'em mad today
You come in last you late
I don't gotta fake
My whip too fast, it skate
Speeding past the jakes
Steady dripping lakes
Steady switching lanes
Please don't scratch my paint
Pullup 228
I know why they hate
You don't wanna race
I blew a bag today
I'm popping tags today
I got em mad today
RIP Peep, slide off in that beamer boy
I got a Asian bitch with sauce, so I call her soy
My side twerking for no reason, so I call her Coi
Hit a nigga left right combo like I'm Roy, Jones JR
All my haters they be boomers
Yeah I had a white girl and I thought she work at Hooters
You would think its Call of Duty, way my squad is full of shooters
The way my 808's knocking, you would think it's Lex Luger
Do you hear this engine? You don't wanna race
I think I'm Bill Clinton, way she gave me face
Yo money still pending, you ain't got no cake
I make this money fall, better use a rake
Use a shovel, all these niggas they in trouble
Yeah I got my team around me like a motherfucking huddle
Say you got it out the mud, but we got it out the rubble
She say she really love my music and I turn her to a puddle
Pullup 228
I know why they hate
You don't wanna race
I blew a bag today
I'm popping tags today
I got 'em mad today
You come in last you late
I don't gotta fake
My whip too fast, it skate
Speeding past the jakes
Steady dripping lakes
Steady switching lanes
Please don't scratch my paint
I know why they hate
You don't wanna race
I blew a bag today
I'm popping tags today
I got 'em mad today
You come in last you late
I don't gotta fake
My whip too fast, it skate
Speeding past the jakes
Steady dripping lakes
Steady switching lanes
Please don't scratch my paint
Pullup 228
I know why they hate
You don't wanna race
I blew a bag today
I'm popping tags today
I got em mad today
RIP Peep, slide off in that beamer boy
I got a Asian bitch with sauce, so I call her soy
My side twerking for no reason, so I call her Coi
Hit a nigga left right combo like I'm Roy, Jones JR
All my haters they be boomers
Yeah I had a white girl and I thought she work at Hooters
You would think its Call of Duty, way my squad is full of shooters
The way my 808's knocking, you would think it's Lex Luger
Do you hear this engine? You don't wanna race
I think I'm Bill Clinton, way she gave me face
Yo money still pending, you ain't got no cake
I make this money fall, better use a rake
Use a shovel, all these niggas they in trouble
Yeah I got my team around me like a motherfucking huddle
Say you got it out the mud, but we got it out the rubble
She say she really love my music and I turn her to a puddle
Pullup 228
I know why they hate
You don't wanna race
I blew a bag today
I'm popping tags today
I got 'em mad today
You come in last you late
I don't gotta fake
My whip too fast, it skate
Speeding past the jakes
Steady dripping lakes
Steady switching lanes
Please don't scratch my paint
Credits
Writer(s): Jalen Mcfield
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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