I put a ten with a ten, I'm like damn, I like the way she dance
Pop my shit on the gram, she like damn, she tryna get in my pants
I know they miss his bro, that nigga dead, it ain't no coming back
And I keep me a tom, these niggas mice's so I'm gon' chase they ass
He bumpin' out his gums , shit it's okay bitch, I'm gon' smack his ass
My twin gave me a play, I put it in motion, run like running back
My bro just got a fully, out the window, swingin' shit like bat
Bullets hit his head, he fell forward stood on him like Mat
I heard that nigga dead, I'm tellin' my dreek, so they gon' roll his pack
Bitch, I don't even smoke, give me a perk and I'm gon' throw it back
Go ask that nigga how he died, he got sat up with cat (pussy)
Think with your dick and not your head, that's where you messed up at
Send him a bitch, we get him, get, oops, I meant get him, got
Say he roll down the streets, we let off shots tryna put his ass on fox
Fill him up, send that nigga home, did a bop on Stone
That nigga say he see me, boy, you slow, you been done seen my clone
When I let off shots man, f*ck your body, aim for chromosome
I been in the trap for too damn long, so I know how to roll
Yeah, my buzzin' blazin', throw out two guns, get your peter to rolled
I know niggas hate me, I leave it gravy with the tuning song
She be tryna f*ck, I don't wanna f*ck, bitch, keep your panties on
I just want your throat, I'm talkin' bout neck, I want your f*ckin' bone
Super freak, no, she a treat, let's come inside, go meet the meat
Lil' falling shit, be next to me, smack front or back, she grippin' me
These f*ckboys on Instagram, they pussy, they can't get to me
I'm Mr. Sprite, Po' Methazine, and Papa Perk, get super geek
Hoo, I'm Qua, nigga, get super geek
We chop shit down like NLE, I wanna make a song with Master P
We hit, they block, don't f*ck, nigga, run, I'm talkin' bout hit them happy feet
I'm in the booth, that shit be hot, come in and see how hot you be
I'm talkin' bout hot as doggy pee, I'm talkin' bout hotter than first degree
I'm talkin' bout hotter than ditty dee, these f*ck niggas real ain't touchin' me
That f*ck nigga lookin', keep muggin' me, tell that f*ck nigga come and get boned with me
They done woke me up, they released the beast, finna pop my shit, what the f*ck you mean
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I put a ten with a ten, I'm like damn, I like the way she dance
Pop my shit on the gram, she like damn, she tryna get in my pants
I know they miss his bro, that nigga dead, it ain't no coming back
And I keep me a tom, these niggas mice's so I'm gon' chase they ass
He bumpin' out his gums , shit it's okay bitch, I'm gon' smack his ass
My twin gave me a play, I put it in motion, run like running back
My bro just got a fully, out the window, swingin' shit like bat
Bullets hit his head, he fell forward stood on him like Mat
I heard that nigga dead, I'm tellin' my dreek, so they gon' roll his pack
Bitch, I don't even smoke, give me a perk and I'm gon' throw it back
Go ask that nigga how he died, he got sat up with cat (pussy)
Think with your dick and not your head, that's where you messed up at
Send him a bitch, we get him, get, oops, I meant get him, got
Say he roll down the streets, we let off shots tryna put his ass on fox
Fill him up, send that nigga home, did a bop on Stone
That nigga say he see me, boy, you slow, you been done seen my clone
When I let off shots man, f*ck your body, aim for chromosome
I been in the trap for too damn long, so I know how to roll
Yeah, my buzzin' blazin', throw out two guns, get your peter to rolled
I know niggas hate me, I leave it gravy with the tuning song
She be tryna f*ck, I don't wanna f*ck, bitch, keep your panties on
I just want your throat, I'm talkin' bout neck, I want your f*ckin' bone
Super freak, no, she a treat, let's come inside, go meet the meat
Lil' falling shit, be next to me, smack front or back, she grippin' me
These f*ckboys on Instagram, they pussy, they can't get to me
I'm Mr. Sprite, Po' Methazine, and Papa Perk, get super geek
Hoo, I'm Qua, nigga, get super geek
We chop shit down like NLE, I wanna make a song with Master P
We hit, they block, don't f*ck, nigga, run, I'm talkin' bout hit them happy feet
I'm in the booth, that shit be hot, come in and see how hot you be
I'm talkin' bout hot as doggy pee, I'm talkin' bout hotter than first degree
I'm talkin' bout hotter than ditty dee, these f*ck niggas real ain't touchin' me
That f*ck nigga lookin', keep muggin' me, tell that f*ck nigga come and get boned with me
They done woke me up, they released the beast, finna pop my shit, what the f*ck you mean
Pop my shit on the gram, she like damn, she tryna get in my pants
I know they miss his bro, that nigga dead, it ain't no coming back
And I keep me a tom, these niggas mice's so I'm gon' chase they ass
He bumpin' out his gums , shit it's okay bitch, I'm gon' smack his ass
My twin gave me a play, I put it in motion, run like running back
My bro just got a fully, out the window, swingin' shit like bat
Bullets hit his head, he fell forward stood on him like Mat
I heard that nigga dead, I'm tellin' my dreek, so they gon' roll his pack
Bitch, I don't even smoke, give me a perk and I'm gon' throw it back
Go ask that nigga how he died, he got sat up with cat (pussy)
Think with your dick and not your head, that's where you messed up at
Send him a bitch, we get him, get, oops, I meant get him, got
Say he roll down the streets, we let off shots tryna put his ass on fox
Fill him up, send that nigga home, did a bop on Stone
That nigga say he see me, boy, you slow, you been done seen my clone
When I let off shots man, f*ck your body, aim for chromosome
I been in the trap for too damn long, so I know how to roll
Yeah, my buzzin' blazin', throw out two guns, get your peter to rolled
I know niggas hate me, I leave it gravy with the tuning song
She be tryna f*ck, I don't wanna f*ck, bitch, keep your panties on
I just want your throat, I'm talkin' bout neck, I want your f*ckin' bone
Super freak, no, she a treat, let's come inside, go meet the meat
Lil' falling shit, be next to me, smack front or back, she grippin' me
These f*ckboys on Instagram, they pussy, they can't get to me
I'm Mr. Sprite, Po' Methazine, and Papa Perk, get super geek
Hoo, I'm Qua, nigga, get super geek
We chop shit down like NLE, I wanna make a song with Master P
We hit, they block, don't f*ck, nigga, run, I'm talkin' bout hit them happy feet
I'm in the booth, that shit be hot, come in and see how hot you be
I'm talkin' bout hot as doggy pee, I'm talkin' bout hotter than first degree
I'm talkin' bout hotter than ditty dee, these f*ck niggas real ain't touchin' me
That f*ck nigga lookin', keep muggin' me, tell that f*ck nigga come and get boned with me
They done woke me up, they released the beast, finna pop my shit, what the f*ck you mean
Writer: Kevin Woodruff
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid