Have Mercy
Killzo
Yo I'm poppin rubber bands
Poppin models in they france
Yeah they flying shit and all of them
Poppin on instagram
Poppin all the whip
Just so I can show my money damn
Shawty back it up and made it clap
Without using her hands
Yo I'm cookin in the kitchen
Five hundred degrees
Hit them all and get the shop
And buy whatever I please
Shawty wanna get it poppin
Flying from overseas
Yeah she chillin in that foreign
Rollin up blowin trees (Hit me wit it)
Boss shit
Chillin in the VIP
I'm on that boss shit
Always with the BYT
My nigga boss shit
Nigga ain't no strings on me
I'm on that boss shit
Playa hate a whole lotta mercy
Yo I'm gettin this shit lit
My nigga fuck whoever doubted it
Cuz Ima go hard up in this bitch
And see what come out of it
I want that money stackin
Tell a nigga try and countin it
I want that money stackin
Tell him never runnin out of it
Yo I'm cookin in the kitchen
Five hundred degrees
Hit them all and get the shop
And buy whatever I please
Shawty wanna get it poppin
Flying from overseas
Yeah she chillin in that foreign
Rollin up blowin trees (Hit me wit it)
Boss shit
Chillin in the VIP
I'm on that boss shit
Always with the BYT
My nigga boss shit
Nigga ain't no strings on me
I'm on that boss shit
Playa hate a whole lotta mercy
Yo I'm poppin rubber bands
Poppin models in they france
Yeah they flying shit and all of them
Poppin on instagram
Poppin all the whip
Just so I can show my money damn
Shawty back it up and made it clap
Without using her hands
Yo I'm cookin in the kitchen
Five hundred degrees
Hit them all and get the shop
And buy whatever I please
Shawty wanna get it poppin
Flying from overseas
Yeah she chillin in that foreign
Rollin up blowin trees (Hit me wit it)
Boss shit
Chillin in the VIP
I'm on that boss shit
Always with the BYT
My nigga boss shit
Nigga ain't no strings on me
I'm on that boss shit
Playa hate a whole lotta mercy
Yo I'm gettin this shit lit
My nigga fuck whoever doubted it
Cuz Ima go hard up in this bitch
And see what come out of it
I want that money stackin
Tell a nigga try and countin it
I want that money stackin
Tell him never runnin out of it
Yo I'm cookin in the kitchen
Five hundred degrees
Hit them all and get the shop
And buy whatever I please
Shawty wanna get it poppin
Flying from overseas
Yeah she chillin in that foreign
Rollin up blowin trees (Hit me wit it)
Boss shit
Chillin in the VIP
I'm on that boss shit
Always with the BYT
My nigga boss shit
Nigga ain't no strings on me
I'm on that boss shit
Playa hate a whole lotta mercy
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Writer(s): Walter Horton
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