Yea Yea
Man I swear to god, I'm on some new shit
Like yeah, yeah (Keep it up Sharkboy)
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
I'm boutta pull up and flex (flex)
3K all on my wrist (that's on my wrist)
5K all on my neck (yeah)
I'm boutta pull up like, yeah
Like come on, yeah, yeah
Like come on, scream that shit like
Like come on, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
I'm boutta pull up with, wait nah fuck that, bitch I got bands
I just stuffed 30 racks all in my pants
You callin' me broke like that don't make sense
I got glocks, ARP's, yeah, yeah, but I'm not a stepper
I just be sippin' on Wockhardt and HiTech, you sip Dr. Pepper
You sip out a bottle, I sip out a cup, yeah, yeah, and it's double decker
I know this cliche but all of my bitches be sayin' I'm hot like a pepper
I'm out here making this money, yeah, I'm playin' chess and you playin' checkers
You think she loyal to you but she in messages, you better check her
Yeah, you better check her
Man you see this shit I'm gettin' on some new shit, come on
Come on
Come on
Come on
Yeah, come on, come on, come on
She wanna pull up and cum on me, but that don't mean nun' to me
Yeah, I can't be hangin' with none of you broke bitches, cuz' that don't be fun to me
I just be runnin' these racks up by myself, cuz' I don't nobody funding me
I'm boutta pull up and flex (bah)
3K all on my wrist (yeah)
5K all on my neck
I'm boutta pull up like, yeah
Like come on, yeah, yeah
Like come on, scream that shit like
Like come on, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Like yeah, yeah (Keep it up Sharkboy)
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
I'm boutta pull up and flex (flex)
3K all on my wrist (that's on my wrist)
5K all on my neck (yeah)
I'm boutta pull up like, yeah
Like come on, yeah, yeah
Like come on, scream that shit like
Like come on, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
I'm boutta pull up with, wait nah fuck that, bitch I got bands
I just stuffed 30 racks all in my pants
You callin' me broke like that don't make sense
I got glocks, ARP's, yeah, yeah, but I'm not a stepper
I just be sippin' on Wockhardt and HiTech, you sip Dr. Pepper
You sip out a bottle, I sip out a cup, yeah, yeah, and it's double decker
I know this cliche but all of my bitches be sayin' I'm hot like a pepper
I'm out here making this money, yeah, I'm playin' chess and you playin' checkers
You think she loyal to you but she in messages, you better check her
Yeah, you better check her
Man you see this shit I'm gettin' on some new shit, come on
Come on
Come on
Come on
Yeah, come on, come on, come on
She wanna pull up and cum on me, but that don't mean nun' to me
Yeah, I can't be hangin' with none of you broke bitches, cuz' that don't be fun to me
I just be runnin' these racks up by myself, cuz' I don't nobody funding me
I'm boutta pull up and flex (bah)
3K all on my wrist (yeah)
5K all on my neck
I'm boutta pull up like, yeah
Like come on, yeah, yeah
Like come on, scream that shit like
Like come on, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
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Writer(s): Braden Neria
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