Laugh
Turn up on they pussy ass
Fuck her in her puss and ass
Turning green like the damn bags
Homie say he worth about 100 squares
Damn, these niggas make me laugh
How the hell these niggas make me laugh?
Shad said you made him laugh
Laugh laugh laugh laugh!
I got jewels just like Santana
You ain't even earned a bandana
You ain't even got no damn manners
Wearing cherry blossom, I fell down laughin'
Look, I'm punchin' in
They spot be open like some damn sandals
I'm pourin' Act up tryna go tell 'em make the damn funnel
Light yo' block up like some damn candles
We just got the photo yopper with the damn nana
Away, yeah
Spitting real seven days, yeah
This life all sweet, yeah
Fish scale, no bay, yeah
Double park and hit the hazard
Lick a shot and ditch the plastic
Turn up on they pussy ass
Nigga hit 100K up in the attic
Move the work, I had a few runners
Came up in here looking like the new hunters
Pistol on my lap in case a fool want it
Yo' bitch bust it open for a cool 100
People rush them doors and they gon' have to take us all
Stack my paper to the ceiling, nigga, talkin' [?]
Ain't no clothes up in my trap, I told yo' bitch to take it off
Niggas came up out them jects, dreams to be up on the Forbes
Fuck her in her puss and ass
Turning green like the damn bags
Homie say he worth about 100 squares
Damn, these niggas make me laugh
How the hell these niggas make me laugh?
Shad said you made him laugh
Laugh laugh laugh laugh!
I got jewels just like Santana
You ain't even earned a bandana
You ain't even got no damn manners
Wearing cherry blossom, I fell down laughin'
Look, I'm punchin' in
They spot be open like some damn sandals
I'm pourin' Act up tryna go tell 'em make the damn funnel
Light yo' block up like some damn candles
We just got the photo yopper with the damn nana
Away, yeah
Spitting real seven days, yeah
This life all sweet, yeah
Fish scale, no bay, yeah
Double park and hit the hazard
Lick a shot and ditch the plastic
Turn up on they pussy ass
Nigga hit 100K up in the attic
Move the work, I had a few runners
Came up in here looking like the new hunters
Pistol on my lap in case a fool want it
Yo' bitch bust it open for a cool 100
People rush them doors and they gon' have to take us all
Stack my paper to the ceiling, nigga, talkin' [?]
Ain't no clothes up in my trap, I told yo' bitch to take it off
Niggas came up out them jects, dreams to be up on the Forbes
Credits
Writer(s): Joshua Howard Luellen, Gary Rafael Hill, Lionel Pickens, Wesley Tyler Glass, Jeffery Lamar Williams, Rashad Deonte Battle
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