Tro

Yeah, yeah (yeah)
Yeah, Yeah
Yeah OKAY
Yeah, yeah (yeah)
Yeah, Yeah
(Whoa yeah)

Oh yeah Jojo
Yeah

Yeah yeah, let me tell you some
(Cash yeah)
Niggas I ain't scared of none
I pretty much wear a gun
Glick with the fit I'm finna run me a blitz right now yeah
Sick of this shit niggas acting like bitches
Forgiving leave that shit to God
(Ah cash)
I want a Bentley my garage (yeah)
Big booty bitch give me a massage (yeah)
Then I just hop in a Dodge (vroom)
I get out of Dodge
I just cropped him like a pic, collage
He ain't bout it he just bitch a lot
These niggas be riding dick a lot (oh yeah)
I just copped a baby K, it kicks yeah
Gotta match the fit (damn)
I can't wear it with the ricks ahh
Brick in there in his underwear with ya bitch yeah
Talkin all shit, huh
Now y'all miss em

Yeah, yeah (yeah)
Yeah, Yeah
Yeah OKAY



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Writer(s): Jordan Miller
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