Fuss
Choppa bullets going straight for the lungs, we don't miss yea we score in a bunch
If it's up then you know that it's stuck, 2020 we turned nothing to something
Think he gang but he not one of us
Big dog, bitch you know I'm a mutt
Hundred choppas and it come in rush
Zero talk man there's no need to fuss
20 bitches and they coming with us
When you see me nigga you better run
Blurr blurr, bitch we do this for fun
I am your dad nigga you is my son!
You know that he bluff, know he ain't gon do nothing
I'm smacking her ass like that bitch was a drum
I beat from the back and i pull on her bun
I'm lighting it up like that bitch was a runtz!
All of my niggas moving like they rich
225 and that's just for the fit
Hundred thousand and that's just for the whip
We'll kick down your door and then run through your crib
I light a j up and then do it again
I only want money i don't want no friends
He know he can't see me even with a lens
I'm whipping a maybach i'm whipping a benz
I'm rocking that dior for match it with the timbs
Your shit is forgotten, don't know what it is
He thinking he real but that nigga pretend
I dot on a nigga like i got a zen
I'm smoking that gas no i don't blow a pen
I'm sippin on Alizé Sippin on Hen
She say that she Nascent cause a nigga win
She fuck with a Nigga even now and then
Hundred bitches in a loft (Yeah)
Crack rock milly rock (Yeah)
Think he it but he not (Yeah)
Acting hard but he soft (Yeah)
Cook it up in the pot (Yeah)
Drac swinging like a lock (Yeah)
Try to rob me for my rocks (yYeah)
I can't trust no thot (Yeah)
Choppa bullets going straight for the lungs, we don't miss yea we score in a bunch
If it's up then you know that it's stuck, 2020 we turned nothing to something
Think he gang but he not one of us
Big dog, bitch you know I'm a mutt
Hundred choppas and it come in rush
Zero talk man there's no need to fuss
20 bitches and they coming with us
When you see me nigga you better run
Blurr blurr, bitch we do this for fun
I am your dad nigga you is my son!
You know that he bluff, know he ain't gon do nothing
I'm smacking her ass like that bitch was a drum
I beat from the back and i pull on her bun
I'm lighting it up like that bitch was a runtz! (Blurr, yeah, bitch)
If it's up then you know that it's stuck, 2020 we turned nothing to something
Think he gang but he not one of us
Big dog, bitch you know I'm a mutt
Hundred choppas and it come in rush
Zero talk man there's no need to fuss
20 bitches and they coming with us
When you see me nigga you better run
Blurr blurr, bitch we do this for fun
I am your dad nigga you is my son!
You know that he bluff, know he ain't gon do nothing
I'm smacking her ass like that bitch was a drum
I beat from the back and i pull on her bun
I'm lighting it up like that bitch was a runtz!
All of my niggas moving like they rich
225 and that's just for the fit
Hundred thousand and that's just for the whip
We'll kick down your door and then run through your crib
I light a j up and then do it again
I only want money i don't want no friends
He know he can't see me even with a lens
I'm whipping a maybach i'm whipping a benz
I'm rocking that dior for match it with the timbs
Your shit is forgotten, don't know what it is
He thinking he real but that nigga pretend
I dot on a nigga like i got a zen
I'm smoking that gas no i don't blow a pen
I'm sippin on Alizé Sippin on Hen
She say that she Nascent cause a nigga win
She fuck with a Nigga even now and then
Hundred bitches in a loft (Yeah)
Crack rock milly rock (Yeah)
Think he it but he not (Yeah)
Acting hard but he soft (Yeah)
Cook it up in the pot (Yeah)
Drac swinging like a lock (Yeah)
Try to rob me for my rocks (yYeah)
I can't trust no thot (Yeah)
Choppa bullets going straight for the lungs, we don't miss yea we score in a bunch
If it's up then you know that it's stuck, 2020 we turned nothing to something
Think he gang but he not one of us
Big dog, bitch you know I'm a mutt
Hundred choppas and it come in rush
Zero talk man there's no need to fuss
20 bitches and they coming with us
When you see me nigga you better run
Blurr blurr, bitch we do this for fun
I am your dad nigga you is my son!
You know that he bluff, know he ain't gon do nothing
I'm smacking her ass like that bitch was a drum
I beat from the back and i pull on her bun
I'm lighting it up like that bitch was a runtz! (Blurr, yeah, bitch)
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Writer(s): Ibrahim Kamara
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