Did It Again
'Gain, Lunchbox I did it again
I spent some shit on this gear
I spent some shit on these pants
These niggas start acting weird
I think these niggas turned fans
My chopper singing like Madison Beer
We slump that boy like a xan
He don't want see what I tote on my hip
We make you run on your mans
Fronted on me so I upped it again
Bet you won't do that again
You a lil' hoe and I see it, it's clear
You a hoe, you and your friends
Fuck all these niggas, ain't got no more fear
I know this shit in my head
I think I'm bugging, this shit in my head, this shit in my head
Opps running up, he get blicked down, he going upstairs
Got a drumstick make 'em sit down, these musical chairs
They fuck with the kid 'cause I'm lit now, you losing your chance, uh
I need an arm and a leg for the feat
I spent an arm and a leg on these feets
My money tall shit could play for the heat
I make a call, bet not stay in that street
I make a call brody making a sweep
And that lil' hoe wanna come to the spot
I told her come with a gang, with a fleet
'Gain, Lunchbox I did it again
I spent some shit on this gear
I spent some shit on these pants
These niggas start acting weird
I think these niggas turned fans
My chopper singing like Madison Beer
We slump that boy like a xan
He don't want see what I tote on my hip
We make you run on your mans
Fronted on me, so I upped it again
Bet you won't do that again
You a lil' hoe and I see it, it's clear
You a hoe, you and your friends
Fuck all these niggas, ain't got no more fear
I know this shit in my head
I spent some shit on this gear
I spent some shit on these pants
These niggas start acting weird
I think these niggas turned fans
My chopper singing like Madison Beer
We slump that boy like a xan
He don't want see what I tote on my hip
We make you run on your mans
Fronted on me so I upped it again
Bet you won't do that again
You a lil' hoe and I see it, it's clear
You a hoe, you and your friends
Fuck all these niggas, ain't got no more fear
I know this shit in my head
I think I'm bugging, this shit in my head, this shit in my head
Opps running up, he get blicked down, he going upstairs
Got a drumstick make 'em sit down, these musical chairs
They fuck with the kid 'cause I'm lit now, you losing your chance, uh
I need an arm and a leg for the feat
I spent an arm and a leg on these feets
My money tall shit could play for the heat
I make a call, bet not stay in that street
I make a call brody making a sweep
And that lil' hoe wanna come to the spot
I told her come with a gang, with a fleet
'Gain, Lunchbox I did it again
I spent some shit on this gear
I spent some shit on these pants
These niggas start acting weird
I think these niggas turned fans
My chopper singing like Madison Beer
We slump that boy like a xan
He don't want see what I tote on my hip
We make you run on your mans
Fronted on me, so I upped it again
Bet you won't do that again
You a lil' hoe and I see it, it's clear
You a hoe, you and your friends
Fuck all these niggas, ain't got no more fear
I know this shit in my head
Credits
Writer(s): Coby Rhodes, Amir Najibi
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