Find Out
Yeah she said she wanna fuck with the clique
But I don't give a fuck
And yeah I got a choppa with a dick, it got a fuckin drum
This SRT, gon' let it fucking drift, you gotta buckle up
And bitch I'm sipping tea inside yo hood, so what the fuck is up
And yeah they play my music loud, you hear me on the stereo
Got two's and ten's I hollowed out, so that bitch gon' get very low
They waiting by the fence, and when I leave they wonder where he go
I got your girl up on me, she been riding like a merry-go-round
We gon' whip this ho round town,
I gotta go through old downtown
And I hope shit don't go down
Okay, 'cause imma start to lose my fucking cool and air it out
Bitch, don't touch me 'less you wanna fuck around and find out
Pipe down
Yuh, but she wanna pipe now
Find out if it's really worth the trouble
Kicking back, I'm in my bubble
Steppin', stompin' in a puddle
I've been real cool as of lately, I been feelin myself
Too cruel, how I'm on this instrumental making hell
Hunnid fifty on the dash, wish me well
I'm in hell, let me out, let me out
I'm in hell with a perc
But I don't wanna find out if it's really gonna boot me up
Lazy me, she wanna pipe? Then she gon' have to scoop me up
Lil dumb bitch, that movie sucked
Take me out on a walk or sum
That's more like it
Blue strips on my bills man, I need blue bills, I need more like it
Them Chevy Boys gon' gas me up, I need 8 miles, no Mekhi Phifer
That's big talk from a little boy with a pacifier and a shitty diaper
That's fan shit
They wanna fuck with the clique but they ain't even know who I am yet
I got Amiri my denim and Rick Owen shoes, I been rocking the damn fit
Damn bitch
Watch how my hand switch
Drift down the boulevard just I can, bitch
I iced out my wrist, now she turned to a fan, shit
Yeah she said she wanna fuck with the clique
But I don't give a fuck
And yeah I got a choppa with a dick, it got a fuckin drum
This SRT, gon' let it fucking drift, you gotta buckle up
And bitch I'm sipping tea inside yo hood, so what the fuck is up
But I don't give a fuck
And yeah I got a choppa with a dick, it got a fuckin drum
This SRT, gon' let it fucking drift, you gotta buckle up
And bitch I'm sipping tea inside yo hood, so what the fuck is up
And yeah they play my music loud, you hear me on the stereo
Got two's and ten's I hollowed out, so that bitch gon' get very low
They waiting by the fence, and when I leave they wonder where he go
I got your girl up on me, she been riding like a merry-go-round
We gon' whip this ho round town,
I gotta go through old downtown
And I hope shit don't go down
Okay, 'cause imma start to lose my fucking cool and air it out
Bitch, don't touch me 'less you wanna fuck around and find out
Pipe down
Yuh, but she wanna pipe now
Find out if it's really worth the trouble
Kicking back, I'm in my bubble
Steppin', stompin' in a puddle
I've been real cool as of lately, I been feelin myself
Too cruel, how I'm on this instrumental making hell
Hunnid fifty on the dash, wish me well
I'm in hell, let me out, let me out
I'm in hell with a perc
But I don't wanna find out if it's really gonna boot me up
Lazy me, she wanna pipe? Then she gon' have to scoop me up
Lil dumb bitch, that movie sucked
Take me out on a walk or sum
That's more like it
Blue strips on my bills man, I need blue bills, I need more like it
Them Chevy Boys gon' gas me up, I need 8 miles, no Mekhi Phifer
That's big talk from a little boy with a pacifier and a shitty diaper
That's fan shit
They wanna fuck with the clique but they ain't even know who I am yet
I got Amiri my denim and Rick Owen shoes, I been rocking the damn fit
Damn bitch
Watch how my hand switch
Drift down the boulevard just I can, bitch
I iced out my wrist, now she turned to a fan, shit
Yeah she said she wanna fuck with the clique
But I don't give a fuck
And yeah I got a choppa with a dick, it got a fuckin drum
This SRT, gon' let it fucking drift, you gotta buckle up
And bitch I'm sipping tea inside yo hood, so what the fuck is up
Credits
Writer(s): Brayden Calendar
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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