Did That
I really did that
Pole right to his dome, mans gone
I did that
Brodie got them chrome pistols
Got kick back
Call her Shang Tsung, took my soul
She did that
Too much ass in them thongs
Just know I hit that
I really hit that
Just know I did that
I really did that
My dance I hit that
I really hit that
My bread I split that
I really did that
Just know I
Got that weed I'm fried
What you need some Ight
It's all on me tonight
You want some beef stir fry
I stay with the sticks that be ready to chop ya
I ain't Chinese boy I
Brought my niggas and they ain't bout that boxing
I hang with demons I
Love to get reckless
Woke up at seven
Told her ass to get naked
Hit it raw for breakfast
Hit again for seconds
Should I got for thirds
Throw that ass in reverse
Taking all of the sperm
Smack on that ass it's like jello
Hello
Yo face gone meet my metal
Try to rob me for dinero
In that whip I floor that pedal
Devil
Lucy said I'm special
So I cook a nigga like Gretal
I really did that
Pole right to his dome his mans gone
I did that
Brodie got them chrome pistols
Got kick back
Call her Shang Tsung took my soul
She did that
Too much ass in them thongs
Just know I hit that
I really did that
Just know I did that
I really did that
My dance I hit that
I really hit that
My bread I split that
I really did that
Just know I
Stay with the Bread and that cheese
I do not fuck with jabronies
Baddie on me
Put that wap up on me
Smoking hella weed
I like to keep it Smokey
That Og THC
That's shit that get hungry
Open them legs let me eat it
Let me go Mike Jack and beat it
Got fans from New Zealand
And got a few from Sweden
Got this cash flowing from new regions
12 pulled me over for speeding
I was racing for no reason
Cross me and I swear I get even
Soak him up like he jump in the deep end
Fuck em
I don't trust em
Yo homie in my blunt
I rolled him up You know it's stuffed bro
Imposters are amongst us
They know wassup tho
That stick its gonna go bang bang
Drop your mans like dead weight
I really did that
Pole right to his dome, mans gone
I did that
Brodie got them chrome pistols
Got kick back
Call her Shang Tsung took my soul
She did that
Too much ass in them thongs
Just know I hit that
I really hit that
Just know I did that
I really did that
My dance I hit that
I really hit that
My bread I split that
I really did that
Just know I
Pole right to his dome, mans gone
I did that
Brodie got them chrome pistols
Got kick back
Call her Shang Tsung, took my soul
She did that
Too much ass in them thongs
Just know I hit that
I really hit that
Just know I did that
I really did that
My dance I hit that
I really hit that
My bread I split that
I really did that
Just know I
Got that weed I'm fried
What you need some Ight
It's all on me tonight
You want some beef stir fry
I stay with the sticks that be ready to chop ya
I ain't Chinese boy I
Brought my niggas and they ain't bout that boxing
I hang with demons I
Love to get reckless
Woke up at seven
Told her ass to get naked
Hit it raw for breakfast
Hit again for seconds
Should I got for thirds
Throw that ass in reverse
Taking all of the sperm
Smack on that ass it's like jello
Hello
Yo face gone meet my metal
Try to rob me for dinero
In that whip I floor that pedal
Devil
Lucy said I'm special
So I cook a nigga like Gretal
I really did that
Pole right to his dome his mans gone
I did that
Brodie got them chrome pistols
Got kick back
Call her Shang Tsung took my soul
She did that
Too much ass in them thongs
Just know I hit that
I really did that
Just know I did that
I really did that
My dance I hit that
I really hit that
My bread I split that
I really did that
Just know I
Stay with the Bread and that cheese
I do not fuck with jabronies
Baddie on me
Put that wap up on me
Smoking hella weed
I like to keep it Smokey
That Og THC
That's shit that get hungry
Open them legs let me eat it
Let me go Mike Jack and beat it
Got fans from New Zealand
And got a few from Sweden
Got this cash flowing from new regions
12 pulled me over for speeding
I was racing for no reason
Cross me and I swear I get even
Soak him up like he jump in the deep end
Fuck em
I don't trust em
Yo homie in my blunt
I rolled him up You know it's stuffed bro
Imposters are amongst us
They know wassup tho
That stick its gonna go bang bang
Drop your mans like dead weight
I really did that
Pole right to his dome, mans gone
I did that
Brodie got them chrome pistols
Got kick back
Call her Shang Tsung took my soul
She did that
Too much ass in them thongs
Just know I hit that
I really hit that
Just know I did that
I really did that
My dance I hit that
I really hit that
My bread I split that
I really did that
Just know I
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Writer(s): Javaris Flowers
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