Voodoo

Wasn't nuna yall niggas outside
We did 2 of dem hoes back to back
We was keepin shit active
Ain nobody tired!
Lil bitch ain no capping
We straight off the map
Yall be stuck in the trap
We be ready to ride!
Smokin that Thrax, smell like somebody died
Supa clean wit the clip, we be ready to slide
Mane this shit goin crazy!

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New fettuccine, I need me a couple of bands. (yeah)
I'm out for the week
Gotta send a lil tweet for the fans. (yes)
My team got me geekin
We turnt for no reason
We don't need no xans. (yuh)
Homie think he gon speak a lil greezy
Them teeth gon meet up wit my Vans. (yes)
Me n Dev! in this bitch undefeated!
So how the fuck I ain gon spazz?!
Just crashed the fuck out on this beat
Bitch I feel like a demon!
These clout chasing niggas be reaching
The way that they stay wit the hate
They be fake for no reason
Still rock that S on my chest
It's my season
This shit in my blood & these Niggas be leaching
Pussy azz nigga be feenin!

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Smoking that gas with Skoob
Got me high like the man on the moon yeah
Jay-Roc pass the Wood

Yeah
I am a man on the moon, day n night
She wanna come(cum) in my room
Day and night I be speeding like vroom
Get it fast I don't need no voodoo
Blowing gas and it feel like voodoo
Chasing clout, wanna get on the news
Wanna get on my gram
Go to hell Bouta smoke me a gram
Brocolli bouta do it like Dram
Nigaz mad they ain't making these grand
Nigaz broke they ain't making no bands
Imma man on the moon
Taking flights, smoking gas in Cancun
Put a man on the moon
Take his wife, now he whining like fools
Fuck his wife, I ain't talking to fools (bitch)
I be talking to Skoob, we talk about money
We talk about winning, don't get it confused
Bitch yeah yeah

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Writer(s): Pop Stunna
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