Gymnastics
(Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Saying she ready to ride for me, saying she ready to die (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Yeah, I ain't surprised, 'cause that's what these hoes gon' do (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
(Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Yeah, flow through the lane
Step on it
Yeah, pour up some drank
Yeah, sip on it
Yeah, all these hoes fake
Make 'em lick on it
Yeah, like that bitch doing gymnastics, she gon' flip on it
We been driving all night
She gon' look in my eyes
Saying she ready to ride for me
Saying she ready to die
Yeah, I ain't surprised
'Cause that's what these hoes gon' do
Bitches fake and disguise
No, I ain't gon' love on you
Yeah, I see that bitch in the club, finna throw a dub
Pack a wood full of that gas, rolling up
When she throwing that ass I'm holding her
Yeah my bitches love getting nasty
She gon' suck it up in the backseat
Call her when I need a ride, taxi
Yeah these bitches take a toll, tax me
Blue bands in my wallet when I'm hopping out the bank
Yeah
New pack on the way, yeah we smoking in LA
I don't mean to flex
But bitch look at my check
He talk tough on the net
Then we blowing his head
I just popped me a X
I'm booted, I'm booted, I'm rolling
They trying to place they bets
I told you, I told you, I'm chosen
And you trying to run away from my love
Bitch I don't know why though
Hop out at Chicago
No I can't save you hoe
I'm getting paid full tho
You can take your photo
We can get faded though
After that you got to go
You taking lines of the blow
Ain't no surrpise, I already know
Told you that it's time to go
You take forever, get ready hoe
They finna know fresco
Yeah, bitch I'm ready to make it way up to the top
Think these old hoes got to go
If that bitch ask me to pound, I just ask for the drop
Woah, woah, I been ready for all this fame that's coming my way
No, no, I can't see you 'cause I got to catch another flight to LA
Yeah, flow through the lane
Step on it
Yeah, pour up some drank
Yeah, sip on it
Yeah, all these hoes fake
Make 'em lick on it
Yeah, like that bitch doing gymnastics, she gon' flip on it
We been driving all night
She gon' look in my eyes
Saying she ready to ride for me
Saying she ready to die
Yeah, I ain't surprised
'Cause that's what these hoes gon' do
Bitches fake and disguise
No, I ain't gon' love on you
Saying she ready to ride for me, saying she ready to die (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Yeah, I ain't surprised, 'cause that's what these hoes gon' do (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
(Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Yeah, flow through the lane
Step on it
Yeah, pour up some drank
Yeah, sip on it
Yeah, all these hoes fake
Make 'em lick on it
Yeah, like that bitch doing gymnastics, she gon' flip on it
We been driving all night
She gon' look in my eyes
Saying she ready to ride for me
Saying she ready to die
Yeah, I ain't surprised
'Cause that's what these hoes gon' do
Bitches fake and disguise
No, I ain't gon' love on you
Yeah, I see that bitch in the club, finna throw a dub
Pack a wood full of that gas, rolling up
When she throwing that ass I'm holding her
Yeah my bitches love getting nasty
She gon' suck it up in the backseat
Call her when I need a ride, taxi
Yeah these bitches take a toll, tax me
Blue bands in my wallet when I'm hopping out the bank
Yeah
New pack on the way, yeah we smoking in LA
I don't mean to flex
But bitch look at my check
He talk tough on the net
Then we blowing his head
I just popped me a X
I'm booted, I'm booted, I'm rolling
They trying to place they bets
I told you, I told you, I'm chosen
And you trying to run away from my love
Bitch I don't know why though
Hop out at Chicago
No I can't save you hoe
I'm getting paid full tho
You can take your photo
We can get faded though
After that you got to go
You taking lines of the blow
Ain't no surrpise, I already know
Told you that it's time to go
You take forever, get ready hoe
They finna know fresco
Yeah, bitch I'm ready to make it way up to the top
Think these old hoes got to go
If that bitch ask me to pound, I just ask for the drop
Woah, woah, I been ready for all this fame that's coming my way
No, no, I can't see you 'cause I got to catch another flight to LA
Yeah, flow through the lane
Step on it
Yeah, pour up some drank
Yeah, sip on it
Yeah, all these hoes fake
Make 'em lick on it
Yeah, like that bitch doing gymnastics, she gon' flip on it
We been driving all night
She gon' look in my eyes
Saying she ready to ride for me
Saying she ready to die
Yeah, I ain't surprised
'Cause that's what these hoes gon' do
Bitches fake and disguise
No, I ain't gon' love on you
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Writer(s): Aaron Dick
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