Yeager
Run it back to me like
Need it right now like 2k
Yuh Yuh Yuh
Need it right now like 2k
Put it all on her I'm bettin
Said he want smoke but he know that we better
Wet his ass up finna leave in a sprinter (Yuh)
Racks piling on my body got me stuck
Got that liquor in my cup and in my gut
I don't even do no sippin, smoke my opps I'm finna roll em in my blunt
I don't even do no trippin, gun him down when he on my tail won't run
I know I'm in my bag when I shoot my shot
And I know he won't see the sun
Shawty don't get my hope up get him wiped off
When I see him in the sun
G-19 get him off so clean
Don't need straps with a swing so clean
Shawty don't need me fuck do you mean
Pull up on me know I link with the team
Spinnin her round and round, shawty gon love my town
Takin a 40 out, smokin a 40 down, 80 in 40 now
Smoking that good shit
I'm done with the bullshit
I'm done with the goofing bitch
It's time to get serious
Heard that you're curious, what you curious about?
You already know I be
Sippin that dirty, I'm fuckin that dirty
We flying these hoes outta cities
I gotta bitch who love smashin, Versace her fashion
Whip gotta pole, got these hoes acting freaky
I gotta blade, chop off your face
Feeling like Ichigo, get out my way
Scared at your crib, think that you safe
Loaded with shooters, and we on the way
I got that thang on my hip, if you run up on me
You gon' get fuckin melted
ODM gear through your neck, I be flying through space
Like I'm Neil choppin necks bitch
Chop off your dome then I'm on to the next bitch
Stacking these bodies like Yeager we reckless
Stacking this bread like it's Tetris
I don't go the key to success
But I'm chasing that bitch till I'm restless
Racks piling on my body got me stuck
Got that liquor in my cup and in my gut
I don't even do no sippin, smoke my opps I'm finna roll em in my blunt
I don't even do no trippin, gun him down when he on my tail won't run
I know I'm in my bag when I shoot my shot
And I know he won't see the sun
Shawty don't get my hope up get him wiped off
When I see him in the sun
G-19 get him off so clean
Don't need straps with a swing so clean
Shawty don't need me fuck do you mean
Pull up on me know I link with the team
Spinnin her round and round, shawty gon love my town
Takin a 40 out, smokin a 40 down, 80 in 40 now
I know my engine loud
Revvin' the motor you hear the the sound
Sippin' on drink I ain't tie up the crowd
Shawty don't twist it, step on my neck when I get in my
Need it right now like 2k
Yuh Yuh Yuh
Need it right now like 2k
Put it all on her I'm bettin
Said he want smoke but he know that we better
Wet his ass up finna leave in a sprinter (Yuh)
Racks piling on my body got me stuck
Got that liquor in my cup and in my gut
I don't even do no sippin, smoke my opps I'm finna roll em in my blunt
I don't even do no trippin, gun him down when he on my tail won't run
I know I'm in my bag when I shoot my shot
And I know he won't see the sun
Shawty don't get my hope up get him wiped off
When I see him in the sun
G-19 get him off so clean
Don't need straps with a swing so clean
Shawty don't need me fuck do you mean
Pull up on me know I link with the team
Spinnin her round and round, shawty gon love my town
Takin a 40 out, smokin a 40 down, 80 in 40 now
Smoking that good shit
I'm done with the bullshit
I'm done with the goofing bitch
It's time to get serious
Heard that you're curious, what you curious about?
You already know I be
Sippin that dirty, I'm fuckin that dirty
We flying these hoes outta cities
I gotta bitch who love smashin, Versace her fashion
Whip gotta pole, got these hoes acting freaky
I gotta blade, chop off your face
Feeling like Ichigo, get out my way
Scared at your crib, think that you safe
Loaded with shooters, and we on the way
I got that thang on my hip, if you run up on me
You gon' get fuckin melted
ODM gear through your neck, I be flying through space
Like I'm Neil choppin necks bitch
Chop off your dome then I'm on to the next bitch
Stacking these bodies like Yeager we reckless
Stacking this bread like it's Tetris
I don't go the key to success
But I'm chasing that bitch till I'm restless
Racks piling on my body got me stuck
Got that liquor in my cup and in my gut
I don't even do no sippin, smoke my opps I'm finna roll em in my blunt
I don't even do no trippin, gun him down when he on my tail won't run
I know I'm in my bag when I shoot my shot
And I know he won't see the sun
Shawty don't get my hope up get him wiped off
When I see him in the sun
G-19 get him off so clean
Don't need straps with a swing so clean
Shawty don't need me fuck do you mean
Pull up on me know I link with the team
Spinnin her round and round, shawty gon love my town
Takin a 40 out, smokin a 40 down, 80 in 40 now
I know my engine loud
Revvin' the motor you hear the the sound
Sippin' on drink I ain't tie up the crowd
Shawty don't twist it, step on my neck when I get in my
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