Miracle Whips
Took a shot right at her heart them bitches call me Cupid
Don't play me like a drum (Dumb bitch) I ain't stupid
Had to text my ex back like hold up, what we doin'
Took her out the game, can't get a ring like Patrick Ewing
When we in the club, say wassup, where the mud
Imma catch a vibe and smack a shawty on her butt
Damn that's kinda tuff lil mama bad but where the love
Fuck it I just ball like Jamal but I ain't no sub
Miracle whips, nigga, I pull up in white coupes
Word to Ye we Off the Grid and I wanna go to the Moon
Smokin Za with custom drip, nigga you know how we do
With my new thang, shit kinda crazy, coulda been you
(Shit kinda crazy, coulda been you)
I Gotta Jackie tryna rob a son I'm feelin' like 42
It's true I hang with shooters but they don't aim for the hoop
I just got some racks and imma split it with the crew
Niggas call me jack, my green be growing like a bean stock
Any nigga want that smoke w me I let that bean talk
Walk him down and it ain't gon be messy cuz this a clean Glock
Call me Jay Z or CP3 the way I feed (The) rock (ROC)
I got all my niggas with me, they yellin' gang gang
Any city that them niggas in we let the choppa bang
I be in Chiraq totin' 9's like I'm Luol Deng
I be in the A with hammers airin' more shots than hank
How you gon get to steppin', you ain't even gotta weapon
I put 3.0 up in the blunt I feel like Stephen
Shootin at the net like I'm Kyrie on my 11
We gon' pull up on yo block and rock a nigga no Led Zeppelin
Miracle whips, nigga, I pull up in white coupes
Word to Ye we Off the Grid and I wanna go to the Moon
Smokin Za with custom drip, nigga you know how we do
With my new thang, shit kinda crazy, coulda been you
Miracle whips, nigga, I pull up in white coupes
Word to Ye we Off the Grid and I wanna go to the Moon
Smokin Za with custom drip, nigga you know how we do
With my new thang, shit kinda crazy, coulda been you
I'm gettin' so many hoes I think I needa get neutered
Told lil shawty "take that shit off", she get a lil nuder
I ain't doin' dissin' niggas hide behind computers
Yeah you was ight but my new ting way cuter
You can't name a m- that I ain't richer than
I spent 20 stacks and just made back a hundred million
Every day I wake up, say "fuck it, gotta get richer then"
Then I do the dash with the stash Shacarri Richardson
That pussy wild, I can't tame it
Imma slide from 30 on my dame shit
Fuck ya friends and that nigga that u came with
Imma take that badass home and imma slay it
She only fuck you if you famous
And she gon fuck me cuz my chain hit
She ain't gon fuck you cuz you ain't shit
But she gon fuck me cuz my chain hit
I just put 5gs up in the wood I thought you knew that
Pull up to the function, where the bitches and the booze at?
Seen a nigga thought he was real, found out he turned rat
So Imma finish him but nigga this ain't mortal combat
Miracle whips, nigga, I pull up in white coupes
Word to Ye we Off the Grid and I wanna go to the Moon
Smokin Za with custom drip, nigga you know how we do
With my new thang, shit kinda crazy, coulda been you
Miracle whips, nigga, I pull up in white coupes
Word to Ye we Off the Grid and I wanna go to the Moon
Smokin Za with custom drip, nigga you know how we do
With my new thang, shit kinda crazy, coulda been you
Don't play me like a drum (Dumb bitch) I ain't stupid
Had to text my ex back like hold up, what we doin'
Took her out the game, can't get a ring like Patrick Ewing
When we in the club, say wassup, where the mud
Imma catch a vibe and smack a shawty on her butt
Damn that's kinda tuff lil mama bad but where the love
Fuck it I just ball like Jamal but I ain't no sub
Miracle whips, nigga, I pull up in white coupes
Word to Ye we Off the Grid and I wanna go to the Moon
Smokin Za with custom drip, nigga you know how we do
With my new thang, shit kinda crazy, coulda been you
(Shit kinda crazy, coulda been you)
I Gotta Jackie tryna rob a son I'm feelin' like 42
It's true I hang with shooters but they don't aim for the hoop
I just got some racks and imma split it with the crew
Niggas call me jack, my green be growing like a bean stock
Any nigga want that smoke w me I let that bean talk
Walk him down and it ain't gon be messy cuz this a clean Glock
Call me Jay Z or CP3 the way I feed (The) rock (ROC)
I got all my niggas with me, they yellin' gang gang
Any city that them niggas in we let the choppa bang
I be in Chiraq totin' 9's like I'm Luol Deng
I be in the A with hammers airin' more shots than hank
How you gon get to steppin', you ain't even gotta weapon
I put 3.0 up in the blunt I feel like Stephen
Shootin at the net like I'm Kyrie on my 11
We gon' pull up on yo block and rock a nigga no Led Zeppelin
Miracle whips, nigga, I pull up in white coupes
Word to Ye we Off the Grid and I wanna go to the Moon
Smokin Za with custom drip, nigga you know how we do
With my new thang, shit kinda crazy, coulda been you
Miracle whips, nigga, I pull up in white coupes
Word to Ye we Off the Grid and I wanna go to the Moon
Smokin Za with custom drip, nigga you know how we do
With my new thang, shit kinda crazy, coulda been you
I'm gettin' so many hoes I think I needa get neutered
Told lil shawty "take that shit off", she get a lil nuder
I ain't doin' dissin' niggas hide behind computers
Yeah you was ight but my new ting way cuter
You can't name a m- that I ain't richer than
I spent 20 stacks and just made back a hundred million
Every day I wake up, say "fuck it, gotta get richer then"
Then I do the dash with the stash Shacarri Richardson
That pussy wild, I can't tame it
Imma slide from 30 on my dame shit
Fuck ya friends and that nigga that u came with
Imma take that badass home and imma slay it
She only fuck you if you famous
And she gon fuck me cuz my chain hit
She ain't gon fuck you cuz you ain't shit
But she gon fuck me cuz my chain hit
I just put 5gs up in the wood I thought you knew that
Pull up to the function, where the bitches and the booze at?
Seen a nigga thought he was real, found out he turned rat
So Imma finish him but nigga this ain't mortal combat
Miracle whips, nigga, I pull up in white coupes
Word to Ye we Off the Grid and I wanna go to the Moon
Smokin Za with custom drip, nigga you know how we do
With my new thang, shit kinda crazy, coulda been you
Miracle whips, nigga, I pull up in white coupes
Word to Ye we Off the Grid and I wanna go to the Moon
Smokin Za with custom drip, nigga you know how we do
With my new thang, shit kinda crazy, coulda been you
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Writer(s): Bryce Endrizzi
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