KAREEM

Yo Ash when you roll lemme touch dat ahh

Huh

DaGod

Dat back I'm bussin' it
On da back of da bus wit it
Feel like Kareem got da Bucks wit it
33 shots I'm clutchin' it
2 or 3 glocks I'm dumpin' it
Hold on

Uh uh

She gimme dat back I'm bussin' it
On da back of da bus wit it
Feel like Kareem got da Bucks wit it
33 shots I'm clutchin' it
(Gra Gra)
2 or 3 glocks I'm dumpin' it
Ain't no Usain runnin' it
(Bolt)
Too insane I went dumb wit it
Got me a drop put sum funds in it
Cash it out den I bundle it
(Racks)
Put it back den I double it
(Facts)
Oh he mad he fumbled it
He would pop out but I kno what da trouble is
(What is it?)
Got his bitch trynna fuck wit me
Not in private but publicly
(Stoopid)
Tried to stop but there's one of me
I just fuck make her buss on me

When I step in da spot it's lit
(Steppa)
Everybody grab dey chick
If dey don't it's clip
Hit it from da back send her back wit a clip
(Gra)
It's not even da money dat make me rich
It's da way I talk my shit
Cause a nigga like me can be broke but still take ya bitch

Plenty Islands to fly out to I tell her take her pick
And dis drip don't come around too often dey flood to take my pic
(Click Click)
And we all be wit dogs no wonder why my ooters throw like Vick
Like dey all wanna ball but only for my dawgs I'll pass to assist

She asked if I hit my lick yet
"Bitch why you up in my business?"
Ride round town wit a full clip hittin'
Won't stop till bout 4 clips missin'
Cup tipped over dey go my Henny
Swervin' nonstop up in dis Bently
Serve a nigga hot he think it's Denny's
Like he gon be final if he meet dis semi
(Gra)
Focused on dimes still countin' my pennies
Move da club to a room in da Telly
Bag 5 bitches put my dick in dey belly
Afterwards get sum eats from da deli
Leave da phone dey be blowin' my celly
Deez niggas wanna be me dey smokin' sum jelly
Pop me a molly Im' too hot like
Pop me a molly Im' too hot like Nelly

She love when I'm in it
I be fuckin' her vicious
World Record No Guinness
Work her out like it's fitness
Used to be wishin'
Now I ain't even trippin'
All da bitches I'm pimpin'
We runnin' ya district
Cook up in ya kitchen
Cook up in ya misses
Big knock it ain't missin'
Go ahead and get missin'
I keep quiet on missions
Only sound
Shhhhh
Have him jumpin' like Pippen
Oh he aired out like a Pidgeon
(Cuckoo)

She gimme dat back I'm bussin' it
(Uhh)
On da back of da bus wit it
(Mhmm)
Feel like Kareem got da Bucks wit it
(Yeah)
33 shots I'm clutchin' it
(Yeah)
2 or 3 glocks I'm dumpin' it
(Gra Gra)
Ain't no Usain runnin' it
Too insane I went dumb wit it
Got me a drop put sum funds in it
(Stacks)
Cash it out den I bundle it
(Facts)
Put it back den I double it
(Facts)
Oh he mad he fumbled it
He would pop out but I kno what da trouble is
Got his bitch trynna fuck wit me
Not in private but publicly
(Stoopid)
Tried to stop but there's one of me
I just fuck make her buss on me
(I do it)

When I step in da spot it's lit
Everybody grab dey chick
If dey don't it's clip
Hit it from da back send her back wit a clip
(Stoopid)
It's not even da money dat make me rich
It's da way I talk my shit
Cause a nigga like me can be broke but still take ya bitch
(No cap)

Plenty Islands to fly out to I tell her take her pick
(Come over)
And dis drip don't come around too often dey flood to take my pic
(Dats tuff)
Like we all be wit dogs no wonder why my ooters throw like Vick
And dey all wanna ball but only for my dawgs I'll pass to assist
Believe em



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Writer(s): Samuel Goderich
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