Bust me a jugg ugh
Yea Hold up Ugh
Bust me a jugg
Make 2 bands out the wake up
Pull up with the draco nobody gon save'em
He say he a demon, I make'em see Satan
He chill with the Opps
Send him to his Maker
Ooou Im on that Bullshit again
Spin me that Bin
And I spin it again
Im on that bullshit again
When I spin me that bin
And I spin it again
This glick 2 Tone
I got the bricks coming in by the metric ton
Took me a flight, put the pack on a flight
I kill that pussy, I kiss it goodnight
Ugh Yea Real street nigga
Get caught loafin Get Worldstar Nigga
Man I let my nuts hang
I really Go Hard Nigga
I f*ck with the Ru, but this Mac hit better
Ugh Yea
Streets turned me cold, put some ice on my chest
Bands on my head, I got work en le Pesa
My man serving Butter, he whippin manteca
I started selling dimes, right there on Mt. Pleasant
18 for the p, you could come and see me
Nigga beefin with me Keep that shit in the streets
Man I Pull on that trigger, tendo 64
I spin me that bin bodies hit the floor
I want the smoke got the P's for the low
My uncle had ki's had a boat in the gulf
I aint see nothin nigga I dont know
This shit aint bout nothin nigga we could blow
ARP when I slide had to switch from the AR
Ima smoke you on site
Yea nigga, Pa que sepa
Estaba de goma, pedi una sopa
These nigga be folding be telling La Chota
They Building them cases, there names on them folders
Pick it up in a Lyft, Put the shit in a Rover
Take a look at my wrist, That shit is on froze
This glicky gon hit, bullet holes leave'em open
By all means we gon flip, but the game it aint over
Still trap like the 80s, them glicks in the sofa
Im smoking on Runtz, Got my eyes like a stoner
Hold Up
Bust me a jugg
Make 2 bands out the wake up
Pull up with the draco nobody gon save'em
He say he a demon, I make'em see Satan
He chill with the Opps
Send him to his Maker
Ooou Im on that Bullshit again
Spin me that Bin
And I spin it again
Im on that bullshit again
When I spin me that bin
And I spin it again
This glick 2 Tone
I got the bricks coming in by the metric ton
Took me a flight, put the pack on a flight
I kill that pussy, I kiss it goodnight
Ugh Yea Real street nigga
Get caught loafin Get Worldstar Nigga
Man I let my nuts hang
I really Go Hard Nigga
I f*ck with the Ru, but this Mac hit better
Ugh
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Bust me a jugg ugh
Yea Hold up Ugh
Bust me a jugg
Make 2 bands out the wake up
Pull up with the draco nobody gon save'em
He say he a demon, I make'em see Satan
He chill with the Opps
Send him to his Maker
Ooou Im on that Bullshit again
Spin me that Bin
And I spin it again
Im on that bullshit again
When I spin me that bin
And I spin it again
This glick 2 Tone
I got the bricks coming in by the metric ton
Took me a flight, put the pack on a flight
I kill that pussy, I kiss it goodnight
Ugh Yea Real street nigga
Get caught loafin Get Worldstar Nigga
Man I let my nuts hang
I really Go Hard Nigga
I f*ck with the Ru, but this Mac hit better
Ugh Yea
Streets turned me cold, put some ice on my chest
Bands on my head, I got work en le Pesa
My man serving Butter, he whippin manteca
I started selling dimes, right there on Mt. Pleasant
18 for the p, you could come and see me
Nigga beefin with me Keep that shit in the streets
Man I Pull on that trigger, tendo 64
I spin me that bin bodies hit the floor
I want the smoke got the P's for the low
My uncle had ki's had a boat in the gulf
I aint see nothin nigga I dont know
This shit aint bout nothin nigga we could blow
ARP when I slide had to switch from the AR
Ima smoke you on site
Yea nigga, Pa que sepa
Estaba de goma, pedi una sopa
These nigga be folding be telling La Chota
They Building them cases, there names on them folders
Pick it up in a Lyft, Put the shit in a Rover
Take a look at my wrist, That shit is on froze
This glicky gon hit, bullet holes leave'em open
By all means we gon flip, but the game it aint over
Still trap like the 80s, them glicks in the sofa
Im smoking on Runtz, Got my eyes like a stoner
Hold Up
Bust me a jugg
Make 2 bands out the wake up
Pull up with the draco nobody gon save'em
He say he a demon, I make'em see Satan
He chill with the Opps
Send him to his Maker
Ooou Im on that Bullshit again
Spin me that Bin
And I spin it again
Im on that bullshit again
When I spin me that bin
And I spin it again
This glick 2 Tone
I got the bricks coming in by the metric ton
Took me a flight, put the pack on a flight
I kill that pussy, I kiss it goodnight
Ugh Yea Real street nigga
Get caught loafin Get Worldstar Nigga
Man I let my nuts hang
I really Go Hard Nigga
I f*ck with the Ru, but this Mac hit better
Ugh
Yea Hold up Ugh
Bust me a jugg
Make 2 bands out the wake up
Pull up with the draco nobody gon save'em
He say he a demon, I make'em see Satan
He chill with the Opps
Send him to his Maker
Ooou Im on that Bullshit again
Spin me that Bin
And I spin it again
Im on that bullshit again
When I spin me that bin
And I spin it again
This glick 2 Tone
I got the bricks coming in by the metric ton
Took me a flight, put the pack on a flight
I kill that pussy, I kiss it goodnight
Ugh Yea Real street nigga
Get caught loafin Get Worldstar Nigga
Man I let my nuts hang
I really Go Hard Nigga
I f*ck with the Ru, but this Mac hit better
Ugh Yea
Streets turned me cold, put some ice on my chest
Bands on my head, I got work en le Pesa
My man serving Butter, he whippin manteca
I started selling dimes, right there on Mt. Pleasant
18 for the p, you could come and see me
Nigga beefin with me Keep that shit in the streets
Man I Pull on that trigger, tendo 64
I spin me that bin bodies hit the floor
I want the smoke got the P's for the low
My uncle had ki's had a boat in the gulf
I aint see nothin nigga I dont know
This shit aint bout nothin nigga we could blow
ARP when I slide had to switch from the AR
Ima smoke you on site
Yea nigga, Pa que sepa
Estaba de goma, pedi una sopa
These nigga be folding be telling La Chota
They Building them cases, there names on them folders
Pick it up in a Lyft, Put the shit in a Rover
Take a look at my wrist, That shit is on froze
This glicky gon hit, bullet holes leave'em open
By all means we gon flip, but the game it aint over
Still trap like the 80s, them glicks in the sofa
Im smoking on Runtz, Got my eyes like a stoner
Hold Up
Bust me a jugg
Make 2 bands out the wake up
Pull up with the draco nobody gon save'em
He say he a demon, I make'em see Satan
He chill with the Opps
Send him to his Maker
Ooou Im on that Bullshit again
Spin me that Bin
And I spin it again
Im on that bullshit again
When I spin me that bin
And I spin it again
This glick 2 Tone
I got the bricks coming in by the metric ton
Took me a flight, put the pack on a flight
I kill that pussy, I kiss it goodnight
Ugh Yea Real street nigga
Get caught loafin Get Worldstar Nigga
Man I let my nuts hang
I really Go Hard Nigga
I f*ck with the Ru, but this Mac hit better
Ugh
Writer: ERIC CISNEROS
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid, Songtrust Ave