NO MOMO
Yeah
Dropped out this shit
I popped out the whip
I dropped all this shit
All this
All this
All this
We down then back up like a yo-yo
I be chillin' with Ducky, no MoMo
And I never pop out when I'm solo
I don't know what this life really means
If you're ready or not, it's a go-go
So let's hop in the whip, then we roll, roll
Tuck this shit in my sock, in my polo
Talking shit on my neck, really fiends
Fuzzy be out with his bitch, he be boolin'
Been more successful since I'm skipping schooling
I max in the back, how I really be coolin'
That boy was a capper like who was he fooling
I got sweet tea
I got sweet tea
I got sweet tea in my cup
This bread just be stacking up
I just about had enough
Your shit isn't adding up
Exotic thraxx is in my blunt
From the backwoods with my real runts
She said saks then it's gon be time for lunch
Time to turn it into Captain Crunch
'Cause it's crunch time
Y'all can keep your tummy tucked time
I'm pulling up, I'm going buck wild
Ice cubes and they're falling out
Fuzz face and it's on my mouth
Met my shawty in the fuckin' south
We still boolin' in the fuckin' south
We're elevated in the Salvia palth
We get medicated to
We're getting elevated
Off that Salvia Palth
We're getting medicated to some
Babyxsosa
I'm telling my girl to come closer
She wanna touch all on my holster
I say baby can call me crazy
Wet hair, soft skin, feeling colder
Fresh air, heart skipped a beat when I hold her
I'ma light that blunt I rolled her
She could be TV
Ms. Independent girl
I cannot controller
I popped out the whip
I dropped all this shit
All this
All this
All this
We down then back up like a yo-yo
I be chillin' with Ducky, no MoMo
And I never pop out when I'm solo
I don't know what this life really means
If you're ready or not, it's a go-go
So let's hop in the whip, then we roll, roll
Tuck this shit in my sock, in my polo
Talking shit on my neck, really fiends
Fuzzy be out with his bitch, he be boolin'
Been more successful since I'm skipping schooling
I max in the back, how I really be coolin'
That boy was a capper like who was he fooling
Dropped out this shit
I popped out the whip
I dropped all this shit
All this
All this
All this
We down then back up like a yo-yo
I be chillin' with Ducky, no MoMo
And I never pop out when I'm solo
I don't know what this life really means
If you're ready or not, it's a go-go
So let's hop in the whip, then we roll, roll
Tuck this shit in my sock, in my polo
Talking shit on my neck, really fiends
Fuzzy be out with his bitch, he be boolin'
Been more successful since I'm skipping schooling
I max in the back, how I really be coolin'
That boy was a capper like who was he fooling
I got sweet tea
I got sweet tea
I got sweet tea in my cup
This bread just be stacking up
I just about had enough
Your shit isn't adding up
Exotic thraxx is in my blunt
From the backwoods with my real runts
She said saks then it's gon be time for lunch
Time to turn it into Captain Crunch
'Cause it's crunch time
Y'all can keep your tummy tucked time
I'm pulling up, I'm going buck wild
Ice cubes and they're falling out
Fuzz face and it's on my mouth
Met my shawty in the fuckin' south
We still boolin' in the fuckin' south
We're elevated in the Salvia palth
We get medicated to
We're getting elevated
Off that Salvia Palth
We're getting medicated to some
Babyxsosa
I'm telling my girl to come closer
She wanna touch all on my holster
I say baby can call me crazy
Wet hair, soft skin, feeling colder
Fresh air, heart skipped a beat when I hold her
I'ma light that blunt I rolled her
She could be TV
Ms. Independent girl
I cannot controller
I popped out the whip
I dropped all this shit
All this
All this
All this
We down then back up like a yo-yo
I be chillin' with Ducky, no MoMo
And I never pop out when I'm solo
I don't know what this life really means
If you're ready or not, it's a go-go
So let's hop in the whip, then we roll, roll
Tuck this shit in my sock, in my polo
Talking shit on my neck, really fiends
Fuzzy be out with his bitch, he be boolin'
Been more successful since I'm skipping schooling
I max in the back, how I really be coolin'
That boy was a capper like who was he fooling
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Writer(s): Collin Schepers
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