Fifty Feet
Gimme fifty feet, like back up (Gimme fifty feet, like back up)
Know I gotta get my bag
Gimme fifty feet, like back up
(Back up)
Know I gotta get my bag up (Know I gotta get my bag)
Nigga runnin' shit like Nick Chubb
(Nick Chubb)
No, ain got no bad luck (No, ain got no bad)
I don't brag
All you niggas act tough, uh, you look sad
In a big truck, call that bitch, "Mack"
Shawty pull me in her, call her, "quicksand"
They don't know where he from, I'm from Houston
Man, look at the glitter on my wrist, man
I be hoopin' in the gym like a headband
Nutted on her forehead like a headband
Gimme fifty feet, like back up (Back up)
Know I gotta get my bag up (Know I gotta get my bag up), know I gotta get my bag
Nigga runnin' shit like Nick Chubb (Nigga runnin' shit like Nick Chubb), Nick Chubb
No, ain got no bad luck (No, ain got no bad luck), no ain got no bad
Gimme fifty feet, like back up
(Back up)
Know I gotta get my bag up (Know I gotta get my bag)
Nigga runnin' shit like Nick Chubb
(Nick Chubb)
No, ain got no bad luck (No, ain got no bad)
Tube so long, damn call it a fun-nel (Fun-nel)
Vision so deep, call it a tun-nel (Tun-nel)
Gettin' too deep, don't want you to come through
Gave her my mic, she was like, one, two (She was like one, two)
(When she snap, it ain't a filter)
(When she snap, it ain't a filter)
(When she snap, it ain't a filter)
Know I gotta get my bag
Gimme fifty feet, like back up
(Back up)
Know I gotta get my bag up (Know I gotta get my bag)
Nigga runnin' shit like Nick Chubb
(Nick Chubb)
No, ain got no bad luck (No, ain got no bad)
I don't brag
All you niggas act tough, uh, you look sad
In a big truck, call that bitch, "Mack"
Shawty pull me in her, call her, "quicksand"
They don't know where he from, I'm from Houston
Man, look at the glitter on my wrist, man
I be hoopin' in the gym like a headband
Nutted on her forehead like a headband
Gimme fifty feet, like back up (Back up)
Know I gotta get my bag up (Know I gotta get my bag up), know I gotta get my bag
Nigga runnin' shit like Nick Chubb (Nigga runnin' shit like Nick Chubb), Nick Chubb
No, ain got no bad luck (No, ain got no bad luck), no ain got no bad
Gimme fifty feet, like back up
(Back up)
Know I gotta get my bag up (Know I gotta get my bag)
Nigga runnin' shit like Nick Chubb
(Nick Chubb)
No, ain got no bad luck (No, ain got no bad)
Tube so long, damn call it a fun-nel (Fun-nel)
Vision so deep, call it a tun-nel (Tun-nel)
Gettin' too deep, don't want you to come through
Gave her my mic, she was like, one, two (She was like one, two)
(When she snap, it ain't a filter)
(When she snap, it ain't a filter)
(When she snap, it ain't a filter)
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Writer(s): Natorius Simon
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