Nike Yeezys
BAA
Yeah yeah Yeah
Fuck around spazz
I been gone two weeks going so crazy I'm mailing the cash
It'll be there the next day
I cut up some diamonds on my chest and everything veevee's
Rockstar rick Owen jeans
Nike yeezys Yeezys
Emerald rocks in this hoe like the niggas on tv Emerald rocks
Why the nigga was flagging way too hard they put him on tv Baa
I gotta glock on my hip I aint passing no CDs
Aint passing no Cds
Got a real fetish with this bitch
Make the hoe feed me Make the hoe eat me
My niggas Zoeing taking shit yeah we finessing
Gimme that Finessing
My bitch say when I get to high I'm whipping it reckless
Zosix I do the dash I'm on dope
On the X
When you get to the top you gotta look down and throw that rope
She ain't got no hope
Pop that cat
On the x
Gimme that bitch
Anything goes for my lil young nigga come out the jects
Come out the projects
Spazz
Pull up with assassin
Pull up blasting
Been said fuck this shit
Cartier glasses run it up stash it
Make sure they close the casket
I'm going too fast in this bitch turbo button smashed it
I told her to hop in come with me already know what happened
I'm on a thirty I feel fantastic
My niggas psyched out
Did twenty bands on this hoe ten minutes I was in and out
I'm on some type of shit that I can't fall asleep
And I kept my fetish with Celine
Gotta trap in every season
Yeah yeah Yeah
Fuck around spazz
I been gone two weeks going so crazy I'm mailing the cash
It'll be there the next day
I cut up some diamonds on my chest and everything veevee's
Rockstar rick Owen jeans
Nike yeezys Yeezys
Emerald rocks in this hoe like the niggas on tv Emerald rocks
Why the nigga was flagging way too hard they put him on tv Baa
I gotta glock on my hip I aint passing no CDs
Aint passing no Cds
Got a real fetish with this bitch
Make the hoe feed me Make the hoe eat me
My niggas Zoeing taking shit yeah we finessing
Gimme that Finessing
My bitch say when I get to high I'm whipping it reckless
Zosix I do the dash I'm on dope
On the X
When you get to the top you gotta look down and throw that rope
She ain't got no hope
Pop that cat
On the x
Gimme that bitch
Anything goes for my lil young nigga come out the jects
Come out the projects
Spazz
Pull up with assassin
Pull up blasting
Been said fuck this shit
Cartier glasses run it up stash it
Make sure they close the casket
I'm going too fast in this bitch turbo button smashed it
I told her to hop in come with me already know what happened
I'm on a thirty I feel fantastic
My niggas psyched out
Did twenty bands on this hoe ten minutes I was in and out
I'm on some type of shit that I can't fall asleep
And I kept my fetish with Celine
Gotta trap in every season
Credits
Writer(s): A Lee
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
Link
© 2024 All rights reserved. Rockol.com S.r.l. Website image policy
Rockol
- Rockol only uses images and photos made available for promotional purposes (“for press use”) by record companies, artist managements and p.r. agencies.
- Said images are used to exert a right to report and a finality of the criticism, in a degraded mode compliant to copyright laws, and exclusively inclosed in our own informative content.
- Only non-exclusive images addressed to newspaper use and, in general, copyright-free are accepted.
- Live photos are published when licensed by photographers whose copyright is quoted.
- Rockol is available to pay the right holder a fair fee should a published image’s author be unknown at the time of publishing.
Feedback
Please immediately report the presence of images possibly not compliant with the above cases so as to quickly verify an improper use: where confirmed, we would immediately proceed to their removal.