Stacking up hoes like we stacking up lego
I keep it player, she do what I say so
SOB niggas, we running the table
Shout out to Pee he a king like he Mabel
I get the racks and we telling no fables
Bringing the funk with the base, word to Clayco
Shatter the glass and they calling on Safeco
Out my flesh, off that pack
She on beans, ain't no crack
He gone tell, he gone rat
Pussy boy don't touch my strap (Lil bitch on go)
I'm smoking opps bitch its time to get wrecked
F*ck all the stress I got knots on my neck
Count up them blues and you know my shit stretch
I'm out my body fasho (Go)
You kiss up to thots, I got them on go
I make the crowd jump when I rock out the show
I flex pussy boy got my left wrist on froze
I bend that bitch over she touching her toes
We sip with the flow, got bee pouring fo's
I'm floating too high my bitch call me D-Rose
Your bitch hella mad cuz she wasn't chose
She lame, I rather get head from the hoes
I be collecting my wins, fasho
I get to chasing them M's, fasho
Try to keep up, but your wheels too slow
Buy me a house in the hills on bro, say it ain't so
I had to go change, I'm on a new wave
Was sick of the same, ain't playing no games
I bust out the cage, my heart with the rage
On Gab3, g shit, I'm tryna go slide to the rave
Just woke up, got a brand new buss down
Pussy boy shook cuz it's him against us now
Got her on my tip now I call the bitch mush mouth
Blowing up the spot in your hood, call it nuke town
Fell down before, now I'm up for the new round
Gotta get hip and adapt to this new sound
I run my city, the first who done touch ground
Run up the score, when we see 'em it's touchdown (Go)
Stacking up hoes like we stacking up lego
I keep it player, she do what I say so
SOB niggas, we running the table
Shout out to Pee he a king like he Mabel
I get the racks and we telling no fables
Bringing the funk with the base, word to Clayco
Shatter the glass and they calling on Safeco
Out my flesh, off that pack
She on beans, ain't no crack
He gone tell, he gone rat
Pussy boy don't touch my strap (Lil bitch on go)
I'm smoking opps bitch its time to get wrecked
F*ck all the stress I got knots on my neck
Count up them blues and you know my shit stretch
I'm out my body fasho
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Stacking up hoes like we stacking up lego
I keep it player, she do what I say so
SOB niggas, we running the table
Shout out to Pee he a king like he Mabel
I get the racks and we telling no fables
Bringing the funk with the base, word to Clayco
Shatter the glass and they calling on Safeco
Out my flesh, off that pack
She on beans, ain't no crack
He gone tell, he gone rat
Pussy boy don't touch my strap (Lil bitch on go)
I'm smoking opps bitch its time to get wrecked
F*ck all the stress I got knots on my neck
Count up them blues and you know my shit stretch
I'm out my body fasho (Go)
You kiss up to thots, I got them on go
I make the crowd jump when I rock out the show
I flex pussy boy got my left wrist on froze
I bend that bitch over she touching her toes
We sip with the flow, got bee pouring fo's
I'm floating too high my bitch call me D-Rose
Your bitch hella mad cuz she wasn't chose
She lame, I rather get head from the hoes
I be collecting my wins, fasho
I get to chasing them M's, fasho
Try to keep up, but your wheels too slow
Buy me a house in the hills on bro, say it ain't so
I had to go change, I'm on a new wave
Was sick of the same, ain't playing no games
I bust out the cage, my heart with the rage
On Gab3, g shit, I'm tryna go slide to the rave
Just woke up, got a brand new buss down
Pussy boy shook cuz it's him against us now
Got her on my tip now I call the bitch mush mouth
Blowing up the spot in your hood, call it nuke town
Fell down before, now I'm up for the new round
Gotta get hip and adapt to this new sound
I run my city, the first who done touch ground
Run up the score, when we see 'em it's touchdown (Go)
Stacking up hoes like we stacking up lego
I keep it player, she do what I say so
SOB niggas, we running the table
Shout out to Pee he a king like he Mabel
I get the racks and we telling no fables
Bringing the funk with the base, word to Clayco
Shatter the glass and they calling on Safeco
Out my flesh, off that pack
She on beans, ain't no crack
He gone tell, he gone rat
Pussy boy don't touch my strap (Lil bitch on go)
I'm smoking opps bitch its time to get wrecked
F*ck all the stress I got knots on my neck
Count up them blues and you know my shit stretch
I'm out my body fasho
I keep it player, she do what I say so
SOB niggas, we running the table
Shout out to Pee he a king like he Mabel
I get the racks and we telling no fables
Bringing the funk with the base, word to Clayco
Shatter the glass and they calling on Safeco
Out my flesh, off that pack
She on beans, ain't no crack
He gone tell, he gone rat
Pussy boy don't touch my strap (Lil bitch on go)
I'm smoking opps bitch its time to get wrecked
F*ck all the stress I got knots on my neck
Count up them blues and you know my shit stretch
I'm out my body fasho (Go)
You kiss up to thots, I got them on go
I make the crowd jump when I rock out the show
I flex pussy boy got my left wrist on froze
I bend that bitch over she touching her toes
We sip with the flow, got bee pouring fo's
I'm floating too high my bitch call me D-Rose
Your bitch hella mad cuz she wasn't chose
She lame, I rather get head from the hoes
I be collecting my wins, fasho
I get to chasing them M's, fasho
Try to keep up, but your wheels too slow
Buy me a house in the hills on bro, say it ain't so
I had to go change, I'm on a new wave
Was sick of the same, ain't playing no games
I bust out the cage, my heart with the rage
On Gab3, g shit, I'm tryna go slide to the rave
Just woke up, got a brand new buss down
Pussy boy shook cuz it's him against us now
Got her on my tip now I call the bitch mush mouth
Blowing up the spot in your hood, call it nuke town
Fell down before, now I'm up for the new round
Gotta get hip and adapt to this new sound
I run my city, the first who done touch ground
Run up the score, when we see 'em it's touchdown (Go)
Stacking up hoes like we stacking up lego
I keep it player, she do what I say so
SOB niggas, we running the table
Shout out to Pee he a king like he Mabel
I get the racks and we telling no fables
Bringing the funk with the base, word to Clayco
Shatter the glass and they calling on Safeco
Out my flesh, off that pack
She on beans, ain't no crack
He gone tell, he gone rat
Pussy boy don't touch my strap (Lil bitch on go)
I'm smoking opps bitch its time to get wrecked
F*ck all the stress I got knots on my neck
Count up them blues and you know my shit stretch
I'm out my body fasho
Writer: Chris Copeland
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid