Ain't Gon' Front
Ha
Ayeeee
MV we got one with this one
Jo Nation
Jo Majesty
Ayo
Let's talk about some music
Slick
Car oil
On concrete
I talk greasy
I don't eat meat
Musical chairs
I'm here to snatch seats
I smoke a lot
I'm the head chief
H-B always in C
When they talk
It's about me
These niggas sing
I don't mean Glee
I ride the beat
Like a Calvary
Ride it
Slow it down
You excited
I grind on it
You behind it
I bend over
And I whine it
Take you home
And you dine it
And I climb on it
And rewind it
And when they ask us
We deny it
Breath
Breath
Breath
Thigh highs and a blunt
Got you stuck
You was rollin wit ya bros
Now you in the cut
Late night in the BM
I rode front
Windows tinted
We whilin
I ain't gon' front
Tinted Windows
They ain't seeing him
And they can't see me
See shells sing
Tryna test my G
Have you S-A-T
For fuckin wit me
Oh me
Oh my
Rub on ya neck
Look in ya eyes
Lick in my thighs
Weed got us high to the sky
Weed got us high to the sky
Wait
Hold up
Imma bring it back
Gave him a test
So no hat in the cat
He eatin it good
Get a pat on the back
Shorty was stressed
Now he back on track
This here
Is return of the Mack
Puttin smack down
Like I'm done with the crack
I'm throwing it back
Like I caught it for sport
He beating it up
But we dodging the courts
Thigh highs and a blunt
Got you stuck
You was rollin wit ya bros
Now you in the cut
Late night in the BM
I rode front
Windows tinted
We whilin
I ain't gon' front
Kicking game with a capital G
Ruff Rider like E-V-E
A couple niggas
Still owe me D
And a few niggas
Still owe me G's
You sucked my titty
Don't come for me
I mothered you
I'm ya mom's B
Now use ya head
Good boys never get left on read
I killed this beat so respect the dead
Bars bitch
Don't act sped
If I put it on him
Then he gave me head
If the head was poppin
Then I got the slobby
Swervin the whip
But I ain't stoppin
Jack Harlow
Bitch I been poppin
Giving me head
The only way they toppin
Jo Baby is the one they clockin
Breath
Breath
Now ride it
Slow it down
You excited
I grind on it
You behind it
I bend over
And I whine it
Take you home
And you dine it
And I climb on it
And rewind it
And when they ask us
We deny it
Breath
Breath
Breath
Breath
Thigh highs and a blunt
Got you stuck
You was rollin wit ya bros
Now you in the cut
Late night in the BM
I rode front
Windows tinted
We whilin
I ain't gon' front
I ain't gon' front
Ayeeee
MV we got one with this one
Jo Nation
Jo Majesty
Ayo
Let's talk about some music
Slick
Car oil
On concrete
I talk greasy
I don't eat meat
Musical chairs
I'm here to snatch seats
I smoke a lot
I'm the head chief
H-B always in C
When they talk
It's about me
These niggas sing
I don't mean Glee
I ride the beat
Like a Calvary
Ride it
Slow it down
You excited
I grind on it
You behind it
I bend over
And I whine it
Take you home
And you dine it
And I climb on it
And rewind it
And when they ask us
We deny it
Breath
Breath
Breath
Thigh highs and a blunt
Got you stuck
You was rollin wit ya bros
Now you in the cut
Late night in the BM
I rode front
Windows tinted
We whilin
I ain't gon' front
Tinted Windows
They ain't seeing him
And they can't see me
See shells sing
Tryna test my G
Have you S-A-T
For fuckin wit me
Oh me
Oh my
Rub on ya neck
Look in ya eyes
Lick in my thighs
Weed got us high to the sky
Weed got us high to the sky
Wait
Hold up
Imma bring it back
Gave him a test
So no hat in the cat
He eatin it good
Get a pat on the back
Shorty was stressed
Now he back on track
This here
Is return of the Mack
Puttin smack down
Like I'm done with the crack
I'm throwing it back
Like I caught it for sport
He beating it up
But we dodging the courts
Thigh highs and a blunt
Got you stuck
You was rollin wit ya bros
Now you in the cut
Late night in the BM
I rode front
Windows tinted
We whilin
I ain't gon' front
Kicking game with a capital G
Ruff Rider like E-V-E
A couple niggas
Still owe me D
And a few niggas
Still owe me G's
You sucked my titty
Don't come for me
I mothered you
I'm ya mom's B
Now use ya head
Good boys never get left on read
I killed this beat so respect the dead
Bars bitch
Don't act sped
If I put it on him
Then he gave me head
If the head was poppin
Then I got the slobby
Swervin the whip
But I ain't stoppin
Jack Harlow
Bitch I been poppin
Giving me head
The only way they toppin
Jo Baby is the one they clockin
Breath
Breath
Now ride it
Slow it down
You excited
I grind on it
You behind it
I bend over
And I whine it
Take you home
And you dine it
And I climb on it
And rewind it
And when they ask us
We deny it
Breath
Breath
Breath
Breath
Thigh highs and a blunt
Got you stuck
You was rollin wit ya bros
Now you in the cut
Late night in the BM
I rode front
Windows tinted
We whilin
I ain't gon' front
I ain't gon' front
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Writer(s): Jo Anna Anderson
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