Rockin!
Aye pop out with 50 we pushin shit back
Pop out with that semi you know I got gats
She know that I'm with it she know that it's facts
I got blood shooters, they screamin out Blatt
Big slime in this bitch and you know I scream slatt slatt
She wanna fuck me told her go back back
Know I love money and you know I get a big bag
His bitch on my team thats why he sad
Hold on, wait
No you can't take off my plate
She tryna link we ain't goin on a date
Take her back to the crib she ain't gettin no steak
She ain't goin back home cause it got to late
Nigga sent one diss and he thought he ate
I run up the sack you know I call the plays
Tell her if she bad she can come my way(Ayee Ayee Ayeee)
I want you, you don't need to
All these niggas fake swear that they be see through
I keep a pole on me(Pole on me), you know what I do
They know that's it's up and they know that it's stuck
So it's stuck there yeah just like some glue
She want me to rock the boat so I rock her boat
She say she got the ocean I won't drown you know I float
Bitches keep on callin my phone
I don't pick up(No hello)
I ball out, Mello
I'm the one, she know
Hold on wait that nigga a sad bitch
I just want me a bad bitch
No no not no catfish
My bitch can't be average
See this money yeah I stack it
No my niggas ain't lackin
I thumb through these backends, let me beat yo back in
This money won't stop so I'm winnin forever
I keep it on me it can go down whenever
I send all the shots they get sent at whoever
Feelin like YoungBoy, be broke not never
She know I'm bout money she know I'm bout cheddar
Been trappin all day I trap out like Griselda
It's the middle of the summer I'm rockin a sweater
Ain't nobody like me she know I do it better
She know I get money, I count bands
He ain't tuff, get yo man's
I ain't tryna send that lil boy to that land
High as a plane right now when will I land
Drum on these guns you know that we ain't in no band
He wanna fight me, I ain't showing my hand
I'm trapped in the trap so I'm beatin my pan
We caught em one time and that lil boy had ran
Ian never lackin no no ok
She wanna fuck she came my way
Opp just died hip hip hooray
Marchin with these drums like we in a parade
Step on em like roaches I hit em with raid
Run up like you tuff and I bet you get slayed
I'm shootin my gun I ain't shootin no fade
Kill one of them boys I ain't leavin no trace
Girl I'm in love with ya baby but I want ya to know
That I got me a glocky and he move I'm gon score
Pop out with that semi you know I got gats
She know that I'm with it she know that it's facts
I got blood shooters, they screamin out Blatt
Big slime in this bitch and you know I scream slatt slatt
She wanna fuck me told her go back back
Know I love money and you know I get a big bag
His bitch on my team thats why he sad
Hold on, wait
No you can't take off my plate
She tryna link we ain't goin on a date
Take her back to the crib she ain't gettin no steak
She ain't goin back home cause it got to late
Nigga sent one diss and he thought he ate
I run up the sack you know I call the plays
Tell her if she bad she can come my way(Ayee Ayee Ayeee)
I want you, you don't need to
All these niggas fake swear that they be see through
I keep a pole on me(Pole on me), you know what I do
They know that's it's up and they know that it's stuck
So it's stuck there yeah just like some glue
She want me to rock the boat so I rock her boat
She say she got the ocean I won't drown you know I float
Bitches keep on callin my phone
I don't pick up(No hello)
I ball out, Mello
I'm the one, she know
Hold on wait that nigga a sad bitch
I just want me a bad bitch
No no not no catfish
My bitch can't be average
See this money yeah I stack it
No my niggas ain't lackin
I thumb through these backends, let me beat yo back in
This money won't stop so I'm winnin forever
I keep it on me it can go down whenever
I send all the shots they get sent at whoever
Feelin like YoungBoy, be broke not never
She know I'm bout money she know I'm bout cheddar
Been trappin all day I trap out like Griselda
It's the middle of the summer I'm rockin a sweater
Ain't nobody like me she know I do it better
She know I get money, I count bands
He ain't tuff, get yo man's
I ain't tryna send that lil boy to that land
High as a plane right now when will I land
Drum on these guns you know that we ain't in no band
He wanna fight me, I ain't showing my hand
I'm trapped in the trap so I'm beatin my pan
We caught em one time and that lil boy had ran
Ian never lackin no no ok
She wanna fuck she came my way
Opp just died hip hip hooray
Marchin with these drums like we in a parade
Step on em like roaches I hit em with raid
Run up like you tuff and I bet you get slayed
I'm shootin my gun I ain't shootin no fade
Kill one of them boys I ain't leavin no trace
Girl I'm in love with ya baby but I want ya to know
That I got me a glocky and he move I'm gon score
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Writer(s): Chris Mitchell
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