Renfroe
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah, huh
Yeah
Yeah, huh
Yeah, yeah, yeah, hunh
Yeah, hm
Yeah
Yeah, huh
Yeah
Yeah
(TeezyOnTheBoards)
Feel like a boss when I walk in that meeting
You say that u killin' shit, hope that you mean it
Walk wit that Kel, I feel like I'm Keenan
I walk wit that Kel, I had to repeat it
Glock 26 on my brudda, he ready to blast it, he ready for static
I made it happen, this shit like magic, I told my momma ima star like I'm Patrick
Like Wala, magic
I told that bitch get nasty
I like my hoes freaky and classy
I deal wit the chicken like Zaxbys
I like Light Blue like Rigby, I keep a couple hoes in the city
That bitch got 6 like 50
She a demon got it tatted on her titty
Never talkin' bout the money, I ain't simpin'
Audi got 4 rings like Olympic
And I'm ridin' fish bowl no tintin'
Get money on my head like milli
When a n**** get gold she dig it
Shoot the Glock like Andrew Wiggins
Pink pussy like Miss Piggy
Paint her red like the hair on Wendy
I'm in the A like "No Kizzy"
Get some money, let me nut on her titty
Boy the bitches wanna run up a milli
And them bitches wanna run up the millis
And she say I'm a menace like Dennis
And I'm all in her mouth like a dentist
I pull up, she got scared of the engine
I hop out wit them muhfuckin' Benjis
N**** play, n**** shoot like a shooting guard
N**** treat it like spades, Ima pull ya card
N**** just made that right off of Boulevard
Gotta bitch, Eastside, stay in Fourth Ward
(Whoo) Hey
I put her on tequila, she turn to a eater
Bad bitch and she straight outta pageant
Bad bitch and she breakin' the meter
Can't take her to the mall, she doin' some damage
I just bussed on her titties, they plastic
Pockets blue, I ball I feel like a Maverick
All black track jacket, it's satin
Make that money flip, feel like gymnastic
Hey, hey hey hey hey hey
Told that n**** don't play play play play
Know my n**** gon' spin his ass, Beyblade
I ain't come to play, man this shit ain't no arcade
I feel like Malcolm, got racks in the middle
I fuck wit my dogs, they stay in the kennel
I'm on a one way, i ain't talkin' 'bout Pinnacle
I pull that K, make a n**** get spiritual
N**** nut on her face, make her taste my minerals
Don't need a hoe, that's the memo
Choppa it's long like a limo
I'm ridin' wit 10, no extendo
Gotta Eastside bitch, went to Renfroe
Yeah
Yeah, huh
Yeah
Yeah, huh
Yeah, yeah, yeah, hunh
Yeah, hm
Yeah
Yeah, huh
Yeah
Yeah
(TeezyOnTheBoards)
Feel like a boss when I walk in that meeting
You say that u killin' shit, hope that you mean it
Walk wit that Kel, I feel like I'm Keenan
I walk wit that Kel, I had to repeat it
Glock 26 on my brudda, he ready to blast it, he ready for static
I made it happen, this shit like magic, I told my momma ima star like I'm Patrick
Like Wala, magic
I told that bitch get nasty
I like my hoes freaky and classy
I deal wit the chicken like Zaxbys
I like Light Blue like Rigby, I keep a couple hoes in the city
That bitch got 6 like 50
She a demon got it tatted on her titty
Never talkin' bout the money, I ain't simpin'
Audi got 4 rings like Olympic
And I'm ridin' fish bowl no tintin'
Get money on my head like milli
When a n**** get gold she dig it
Shoot the Glock like Andrew Wiggins
Pink pussy like Miss Piggy
Paint her red like the hair on Wendy
I'm in the A like "No Kizzy"
Get some money, let me nut on her titty
Boy the bitches wanna run up a milli
And them bitches wanna run up the millis
And she say I'm a menace like Dennis
And I'm all in her mouth like a dentist
I pull up, she got scared of the engine
I hop out wit them muhfuckin' Benjis
N**** play, n**** shoot like a shooting guard
N**** treat it like spades, Ima pull ya card
N**** just made that right off of Boulevard
Gotta bitch, Eastside, stay in Fourth Ward
(Whoo) Hey
I put her on tequila, she turn to a eater
Bad bitch and she straight outta pageant
Bad bitch and she breakin' the meter
Can't take her to the mall, she doin' some damage
I just bussed on her titties, they plastic
Pockets blue, I ball I feel like a Maverick
All black track jacket, it's satin
Make that money flip, feel like gymnastic
Hey, hey hey hey hey hey
Told that n**** don't play play play play
Know my n**** gon' spin his ass, Beyblade
I ain't come to play, man this shit ain't no arcade
I feel like Malcolm, got racks in the middle
I fuck wit my dogs, they stay in the kennel
I'm on a one way, i ain't talkin' 'bout Pinnacle
I pull that K, make a n**** get spiritual
N**** nut on her face, make her taste my minerals
Don't need a hoe, that's the memo
Choppa it's long like a limo
I'm ridin' wit 10, no extendo
Gotta Eastside bitch, went to Renfroe
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Writer(s): Jak Johnson
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