Alpha
I just bought a ounce I think I'm Finna smoke a long out
It ain't Fourth of July but all my niggas got they guns out
Don't be telling niggas we the reason why they drugged out
Cause then everybody in my shit and this ain't runs house
How they trynna play it Call of Duty Or G T A
Cant think cause I been feinin on a body I need today
I'm getting kinda hungry i don't know what to eat today
I'm thinking bout this perky I just got from the C P A
They call me Vinny bands ask em why cause bitch them bands up
And if I ever ran from a nigga he had handcuffs
Fuck her from the back tell Lil mama put her hands up
But what you gotta know after I fuck I'm pulling pants up
She ask me what I claim I just told her YLL
Know she wanna suck me up so I got dick she can inhale
And everybody knowing bands came to raise hell
And I'm going all out cause I know Wonder got the bail
I ain't living lavish yet until I get a lamb truck
So until then we strapped up pulling rams up
Brodie In the kitchen
Masked up whipping grams up
I ain't even mean to shoot the nigga he just ran up
Why you snitch lil alarming ass nigga
Trynna be a white chick ole Marcus ass nigga
Broke ass funny ass Martin ass nigga
Have you missing now you just a milk carton ass nigga
Baby chill talk to me you can open up
I got the weed if you got a wood roll it up
I was just in South Dakota mixing potion up
Hit the Lean had a rookie fein nigga throwing up
Yeah
Mob ties you ain't lavish why you throw it up
Long live all the guys the hardest shit that came with growing up
Dread head nah I ain't Sosa but I'm gloing up
You ain't with me right now so bitch don't try it when I'm blowing up
I just faced a three five of Za now I'm blowed as fuck
I just put the molly in her purse got her going nuts
I just want the head from you bitch I ain't trying to fuck
Get the neck and pass her to the gang bitch you know what's up
Fiends calling back they say the work got stepped on
I ain't Pablo reach for this and get flexed on
Take her to the Telly make her suck me till her neck gone
Bitch we from the trenches collard greens with the neck bones
Yea all gold bottles we ain't fucking with moscato
This crud came from Bali I don't need yo gelato
Twenty seventeen five straps in a Tahoe
And the bag just came in I got some ounces in a Fronto
It ain't Fourth of July but all my niggas got they guns out
Don't be telling niggas we the reason why they drugged out
Cause then everybody in my shit and this ain't runs house
How they trynna play it Call of Duty Or G T A
Cant think cause I been feinin on a body I need today
I'm getting kinda hungry i don't know what to eat today
I'm thinking bout this perky I just got from the C P A
They call me Vinny bands ask em why cause bitch them bands up
And if I ever ran from a nigga he had handcuffs
Fuck her from the back tell Lil mama put her hands up
But what you gotta know after I fuck I'm pulling pants up
She ask me what I claim I just told her YLL
Know she wanna suck me up so I got dick she can inhale
And everybody knowing bands came to raise hell
And I'm going all out cause I know Wonder got the bail
I ain't living lavish yet until I get a lamb truck
So until then we strapped up pulling rams up
Brodie In the kitchen
Masked up whipping grams up
I ain't even mean to shoot the nigga he just ran up
Why you snitch lil alarming ass nigga
Trynna be a white chick ole Marcus ass nigga
Broke ass funny ass Martin ass nigga
Have you missing now you just a milk carton ass nigga
Baby chill talk to me you can open up
I got the weed if you got a wood roll it up
I was just in South Dakota mixing potion up
Hit the Lean had a rookie fein nigga throwing up
Yeah
Mob ties you ain't lavish why you throw it up
Long live all the guys the hardest shit that came with growing up
Dread head nah I ain't Sosa but I'm gloing up
You ain't with me right now so bitch don't try it when I'm blowing up
I just faced a three five of Za now I'm blowed as fuck
I just put the molly in her purse got her going nuts
I just want the head from you bitch I ain't trying to fuck
Get the neck and pass her to the gang bitch you know what's up
Fiends calling back they say the work got stepped on
I ain't Pablo reach for this and get flexed on
Take her to the Telly make her suck me till her neck gone
Bitch we from the trenches collard greens with the neck bones
Yea all gold bottles we ain't fucking with moscato
This crud came from Bali I don't need yo gelato
Twenty seventeen five straps in a Tahoe
And the bag just came in I got some ounces in a Fronto
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Writer(s): Devin Lloyd
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