Floater
Run em down
Hunnid cal
Shoot em down
Hunnid rounds
I got all these bands and they gon come around (Floater)
I hang wit the big dawgs we came from the pound (Floater)
Run em down
Hunnid cal
Shoot em down
Hunnid rounds
Going bitch to bitch you could just call me a (Floater)
Bitch Ima, Bitch Ima, Bitch Ima winner
I remember days struggling to have a dinner
Your shawty be touching so much wood she might get splinter
Ay, I'm so muhfucking cold
You was in first place but muhfucker you sold
Now I'm at the top, muhfucker you is old
Sam I Am muhfucker doin whatchu told
Ay, I ain't following nobody I'ma do myself
Stalking on my page and shit like the Elf On The Shelf
Fake muhfuckers left me in the dust all by myself
Now they coming round asking for another chance
Muhfucking counting up my money day by day
And I'm counting up these bands, bands
Bitch I'm bout to throw sum hands, hands
I got money I advance, vance
Muhfucker wearing Vans, Vans
Ay, uhhh
Run em down
Hunnid cal
Shoot em down
Hunnid rounds
You don't even know what's coming out your mouth (Floater)
I came wit the heat but I ain't from the south (Floater)
Hunnid cal
Shoot em down
Hunnid rounds
I got all these bands and they gon come around (Floater)
I hang wit the big dawgs we came from the pound (Floater)
Run em down
Hunnid cal
Shoot em down
Hunnid rounds
Going bitch to bitch you could just call me a (Floater)
Bitch Ima, Bitch Ima, Bitch Ima winner
I remember days struggling to have a dinner
Your shawty be touching so much wood she might get splinter
Ay, I'm so muhfucking cold
You was in first place but muhfucker you sold
Now I'm at the top, muhfucker you is old
Sam I Am muhfucker doin whatchu told
Ay, I ain't following nobody I'ma do myself
Stalking on my page and shit like the Elf On The Shelf
Fake muhfuckers left me in the dust all by myself
Now they coming round asking for another chance
Muhfucking counting up my money day by day
And I'm counting up these bands, bands
Bitch I'm bout to throw sum hands, hands
I got money I advance, vance
Muhfucker wearing Vans, Vans
Ay, uhhh
Run em down
Hunnid cal
Shoot em down
Hunnid rounds
You don't even know what's coming out your mouth (Floater)
I came wit the heat but I ain't from the south (Floater)
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Writer(s): Callaway Redd
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