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Why is it sö cold?
Looking for a heart like The Tin Man
Walk in this bitch armed like a wristband
Bitch I got the gun drawn like a stick man
Bet I'll never ever forget what that bitch said
Girl what's ya name? I'm tryna get to know ya
We got no limit like we from the nola
Hop in that big body pulling up on ya
Toting that ARP like I'm a soldier
I cannot stand it, she taking advantage, she gonna do damage I already know it
Already know what the plan is, I pull up I'm blamming I'm leaving him smoking
CC on my body just like Shake It Up
Tryna get into the party, you don't rage enough
Remember I ain't have no guala now it's raising up
Quick to up a couple thousand I can't make this up
Choppa got kick like a sensei
I'm a real geeker nigga, feel like Rick James
I do not beef with niggas let the stick bang
Better not reach li nigga I got quick aim
These niggas faking they image like clickbait
I was young pouring lean up in like 6th grade
Got it on lock like a mfn inmate
I'm going hard in the paint, you just rim graze
Looking for a heart like The Tin Man
Walk in this bitch armed like a wristband
Bitch I got the gun drawn like a stick man
Bet I'll never ever forget what that bitch said
Girl what's ya name? I'm tryna get to know ya
We got no limit like we from the nola
Hop in that big body pulling up on ya
Toting that ARP like I'm a soldier
I cannot stand it, she taking advantage, she gonna do damage I already know it
Already know what the plan is, I pull up I'm blamming I'm leaving him smoking
Looking for a heart like The Tin Man
Walk in this bitch armed like a wristband
Bitch I got the gun drawn like a stick man
Bet I'll never ever forget what that bitch said
Girl what's ya name? I'm tryna get to know ya
We got no limit like we from the nola
Hop in that big body pulling up on ya
Toting that ARP like I'm a soldier
I cannot stand it, she taking advantage, she gonna do damage I already know it
Already know what the plan is, I pull up I'm blamming I'm leaving him smoking
CC on my body just like Shake It Up
Tryna get into the party, you don't rage enough
Remember I ain't have no guala now it's raising up
Quick to up a couple thousand I can't make this up
Choppa got kick like a sensei
I'm a real geeker nigga, feel like Rick James
I do not beef with niggas let the stick bang
Better not reach li nigga I got quick aim
These niggas faking they image like clickbait
I was young pouring lean up in like 6th grade
Got it on lock like a mfn inmate
I'm going hard in the paint, you just rim graze
Looking for a heart like The Tin Man
Walk in this bitch armed like a wristband
Bitch I got the gun drawn like a stick man
Bet I'll never ever forget what that bitch said
Girl what's ya name? I'm tryna get to know ya
We got no limit like we from the nola
Hop in that big body pulling up on ya
Toting that ARP like I'm a soldier
I cannot stand it, she taking advantage, she gonna do damage I already know it
Already know what the plan is, I pull up I'm blamming I'm leaving him smoking
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Writer(s): Bryce Forbes
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