Like a Yorkie
Yea
Huh
That right
Who
I got my
I got in my bag they got in they feelings
I got my
That right
Yea
Hey
Huh
Bet a thousand shoot a thousand
Trapping ounces out of abandoned houses
Want a million push it out the ceiling
Got in my bag
And they got in the feelings
They got in they feelings
I'm a yorkie in that bag
I got in my bag
They got in they feelings
They got in they feelings
They getting so emotional
I got in my bag
Yea
I got in my
Sliding with a bohemian overseas like Damian
Higher then a hater want to know what kind of plane we are in
Checks on my mind and I feel like Phil knight
She messing with a real one she loving what I feel like
Early in the morning, I jug like two P's
I turn these haters into groupies
Big head hundredths pursue me
Talking crazy you lose me
They cant star in this movie
I've been had track feet
I just hurdle that little movement
Diamonds on my neck
And I love what they are doing
Got them baggies running in and out
Neighbors know what we're doing
Louie hat
Louie belts
Louis shoes
They the new ones
Dunking on 'Em I'm in the paint like Patrick Ewing
Jump in that thing
With no key
Still got a gold factory Roly
Got them in the feelings because she chose me
Skinny gang plenty motion
I'm in the air catching flights
Receiver open
I swear these people so emotional
I rock with lil shorty she celestial
Counting up them bands
Got me up like Peter Pan
Going through these trees got me feeling like Tarzan
Zaza
Huh
That right
Who
I got my
I got in my bag they got in they feelings
I got my
That right
Yea
Hey
Huh
Bet a thousand shoot a thousand
Trapping ounces out of abandoned houses
Want a million push it out the ceiling
Got in my bag
And they got in the feelings
They got in they feelings
I'm a yorkie in that bag
I got in my bag
They got in they feelings
They got in they feelings
They getting so emotional
I got in my bag
Yea
I got in my
Sliding with a bohemian overseas like Damian
Higher then a hater want to know what kind of plane we are in
Checks on my mind and I feel like Phil knight
She messing with a real one she loving what I feel like
Early in the morning, I jug like two P's
I turn these haters into groupies
Big head hundredths pursue me
Talking crazy you lose me
They cant star in this movie
I've been had track feet
I just hurdle that little movement
Diamonds on my neck
And I love what they are doing
Got them baggies running in and out
Neighbors know what we're doing
Louie hat
Louie belts
Louis shoes
They the new ones
Dunking on 'Em I'm in the paint like Patrick Ewing
Jump in that thing
With no key
Still got a gold factory Roly
Got them in the feelings because she chose me
Skinny gang plenty motion
I'm in the air catching flights
Receiver open
I swear these people so emotional
I rock with lil shorty she celestial
Counting up them bands
Got me up like Peter Pan
Going through these trees got me feeling like Tarzan
Zaza
Credits
Writer(s): Jeron Sermons
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