420 at the Show (feat. Young Sound, Lil Neb & VVSCANO)
I bring it loud from right under
It go way up, way up bitch
It's a lay-up, lay-up bitch
Step back
Step back
Step back
Step back all on 'em
It go way up, way up bitch up
They still bugging on the kid
They still bugging on the kid
Smooth operator like James
Take your bitch we not the same
Step in the club make it rain
Sound like I'm hella cliché
Don't give a fuck what you say
Don't give a fuck what you say
I just woke up I feel great
I'm actually ready for the wake and bake
Drop it
Drop it
Drop it low
Fuck it
Fuck it
Fuck it
Minds hella blown
What you say?
You ain't even fucking know
Watch me put a 420 at the Show
We bring it down from right under
Ballin' like we are the Thunder
I do it all for my brothers
Living life all this Summer
Taking off like a Flair today
I know I get carried away
Living life?
Yeah we do every day
Yeah she drop it, yeah real low
And she wanna go chill out
And she wanna have a smoke
Drop it down to the toes
Babygirl just let me know
If you wanna kick it one time go
If you wanna kick it one time go
Go
Go
Go
Go
Your bitch give me head on the road
Yeah my is just always on Go
Life is just always on Go
I'm spending my money on diamonds not gold shit
Your bro broke the code shit
Bitch watch how he move
I might leave him ghost shit
Oh she wanna come over
But I told her no
I'm too busy playing
In all of this snow shit
My diamonds is cold
My wrist is so frozen
I cannot move shit
My heart is racing
I can't even feel it
My face going numb
I'm so fucking lit in the club yeah
I told the bitch
No you can't have my numb shit
I can't be religious
My six figure digits
The life that I leave
You know you can't live it no
You picking up coins like a peasant shit
Just hand me the crown
You know I'm the realest to do it hoe
Poppin a perky
I'm lit
Step in the building
Yo bitch on my dick
Bitches be trifling
They making me sick
Stay in yo lane
This shit is a trip
Making these bands
And I spend at the Strip
Hop in the whip
Then I dip
Fucking your bitch then I pass to the clique
Hold on can I hear it back or no?
It go way up, way up bitch
It's a lay-up, lay-up bitch
Step back
Step back
Step back
Step back all on 'em
It go way up, way up bitch up
They still bugging on the kid
They still bugging on the kid
Smooth operator like James
Take your bitch we not the same
Step in the club make it rain
Sound like I'm hella cliché
Don't give a fuck what you say
Don't give a fuck what you say
I just woke up I feel great
I'm actually ready for the wake and bake
Drop it
Drop it
Drop it low
Fuck it
Fuck it
Fuck it
Minds hella blown
What you say?
You ain't even fucking know
Watch me put a 420 at the Show
We bring it down from right under
Ballin' like we are the Thunder
I do it all for my brothers
Living life all this Summer
Taking off like a Flair today
I know I get carried away
Living life?
Yeah we do every day
Yeah she drop it, yeah real low
And she wanna go chill out
And she wanna have a smoke
Drop it down to the toes
Babygirl just let me know
If you wanna kick it one time go
If you wanna kick it one time go
Go
Go
Go
Go
Your bitch give me head on the road
Yeah my is just always on Go
Life is just always on Go
I'm spending my money on diamonds not gold shit
Your bro broke the code shit
Bitch watch how he move
I might leave him ghost shit
Oh she wanna come over
But I told her no
I'm too busy playing
In all of this snow shit
My diamonds is cold
My wrist is so frozen
I cannot move shit
My heart is racing
I can't even feel it
My face going numb
I'm so fucking lit in the club yeah
I told the bitch
No you can't have my numb shit
I can't be religious
My six figure digits
The life that I leave
You know you can't live it no
You picking up coins like a peasant shit
Just hand me the crown
You know I'm the realest to do it hoe
Poppin a perky
I'm lit
Step in the building
Yo bitch on my dick
Bitches be trifling
They making me sick
Stay in yo lane
This shit is a trip
Making these bands
And I spend at the Strip
Hop in the whip
Then I dip
Fucking your bitch then I pass to the clique
Hold on can I hear it back or no?
Credits
Writer(s): Abraham Melendrez, Anthony De Leon, Eduardo Carrera, Justin Torres, Nathan Ramirez Rodriguez
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