Oh
Ay, y'all turn up
What the f*ck
Y'all doing
Oh, oh, oh
What the f*ck they say
Oh
I bet
We so lit up in this bitch, we turn it up
If we going sent to Addy, yeah you bet I turn it down
I got hit in front or back, and she like, ooh, what's the sound
I got dogs, they loud as f*ck, and they come straight out from the pound
Hark, hark
What you doing, get yo ass up in the rim
Yellow bread, he small as f*ck, I told his ass get in the gym
I'ma pull up just like John Moran, I switch, ain't touching rim
I know this little bitch, she bad as f*ck, this bitch here bad as ten
I'm riding fast, no airbags on
But he trying to get it on
I said so much f*cking walkie, I know I can't cough at all
No, I ain't finna play that y'all
I'ma pull up, mellow ball
I'ma pull up ten feet tall, pull up ball like Tarlo Fall
Cry like how I'm talking to him
Let me hear y'all
Oh
Bro, that shit wasn't loud enough, I have to hear y'all
Oh
Hit the blunt, my feelings in that push to start, ain't feeling it
Drag the cat, start screwing it
I said from the shoot, it's still a hit
What you dumb as f*ck, you drunk as f*ck, now turn it up
Mellow boot it up
I'ma go and f*cking crunk, crunk
Hit him with the dunk
After a little bit, trying to f*ck
Once I get it up, I'ma make her toot it up
What you thinking about
I hit his head like open thots
We just thinking now, I jigged the plug, now that boy blocked
No, we ain't NBA, but SBG, we out our top
Just like the mystery van, Scooby-Doo, we out the box
Uh, no bitch, I ain't Mike, but lil' ho, this bitch could box
No, I ain't the Migos, but lil' Mellow, watch the top
And you a freaky nigga, went ahead and took the bop
Pockets new, but yeah, my shit look like an astronaut
Watch is getting bigger, I first was an Apple Watch
Shows is getting littered, now my shit like Travis Scott's
I done made a figure, made him shut up talking Tom
My plate getting bigger, you don't know what time we on
Mellow, you the GOAT, you the one we counting on
The train is getting fuller, don't say words, just hop a bomb
Yeah, we smoking strong, uh, that's that ultra strong
Uh, yeah, you smoking on that soft like Charmin Ultra Soft
Uh, get you wiped off quick, nigga, you a easy lick
Uh, look up at my fit, I look like a walking lick
Uh, they know I don't trick, you like that, you got a deal
Uh, turn you into Simp after I just got a deal
Yeah, you not for me, I might have to do you wrong
I might put it on, put that shit on like cologne
You a bop bitch, Lil' Ho get the f*ck on
Mellow granting you three wishes, you trying to be my clone
MELO - CRUNK (GRIM SPECIAL ) Lyrics
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Oh
Ay, y'all turn up
What the f*ck
Y'all doing
Oh, oh, oh
What the f*ck they say
Oh
I bet
We so lit up in this bitch, we turn it up
If we going sent to Addy, yeah you bet I turn it down
I got hit in front or back, and she like, ooh, what's the sound
I got dogs, they loud as f*ck, and they come straight out from the pound
Hark, hark
What you doing, get yo ass up in the rim
Yellow bread, he small as f*ck, I told his ass get in the gym
I'ma pull up just like John Moran, I switch, ain't touching rim
I know this little bitch, she bad as f*ck, this bitch here bad as ten
I'm riding fast, no airbags on
But he trying to get it on
I said so much f*cking walkie, I know I can't cough at all
No, I ain't finna play that y'all
I'ma pull up, mellow ball
I'ma pull up ten feet tall, pull up ball like Tarlo Fall
Cry like how I'm talking to him
Let me hear y'all
Oh
Bro, that shit wasn't loud enough, I have to hear y'all
Oh
Hit the blunt, my feelings in that push to start, ain't feeling it
Drag the cat, start screwing it
I said from the shoot, it's still a hit
What you dumb as f*ck, you drunk as f*ck, now turn it up
Mellow boot it up
I'ma go and f*cking crunk, crunk
Hit him with the dunk
After a little bit, trying to f*ck
Once I get it up, I'ma make her toot it up
What you thinking about
I hit his head like open thots
We just thinking now, I jigged the plug, now that boy blocked
No, we ain't NBA, but SBG, we out our top
Just like the mystery van, Scooby-Doo, we out the box
Uh, no bitch, I ain't Mike, but lil' ho, this bitch could box
No, I ain't the Migos, but lil' Mellow, watch the top
And you a freaky nigga, went ahead and took the bop
Pockets new, but yeah, my shit look like an astronaut
Watch is getting bigger, I first was an Apple Watch
Shows is getting littered, now my shit like Travis Scott's
I done made a figure, made him shut up talking Tom
My plate getting bigger, you don't know what time we on
Mellow, you the GOAT, you the one we counting on
The train is getting fuller, don't say words, just hop a bomb
Yeah, we smoking strong, uh, that's that ultra strong
Uh, yeah, you smoking on that soft like Charmin Ultra Soft
Uh, get you wiped off quick, nigga, you a easy lick
Uh, look up at my fit, I look like a walking lick
Uh, they know I don't trick, you like that, you got a deal
Uh, turn you into Simp after I just got a deal
Yeah, you not for me, I might have to do you wrong
I might put it on, put that shit on like cologne
You a bop bitch, Lil' Ho get the f*ck on
Mellow granting you three wishes, you trying to be my clone
Ay, y'all turn up
What the f*ck
Y'all doing
Oh, oh, oh
What the f*ck they say
Oh
I bet
We so lit up in this bitch, we turn it up
If we going sent to Addy, yeah you bet I turn it down
I got hit in front or back, and she like, ooh, what's the sound
I got dogs, they loud as f*ck, and they come straight out from the pound
Hark, hark
What you doing, get yo ass up in the rim
Yellow bread, he small as f*ck, I told his ass get in the gym
I'ma pull up just like John Moran, I switch, ain't touching rim
I know this little bitch, she bad as f*ck, this bitch here bad as ten
I'm riding fast, no airbags on
But he trying to get it on
I said so much f*cking walkie, I know I can't cough at all
No, I ain't finna play that y'all
I'ma pull up, mellow ball
I'ma pull up ten feet tall, pull up ball like Tarlo Fall
Cry like how I'm talking to him
Let me hear y'all
Oh
Bro, that shit wasn't loud enough, I have to hear y'all
Oh
Hit the blunt, my feelings in that push to start, ain't feeling it
Drag the cat, start screwing it
I said from the shoot, it's still a hit
What you dumb as f*ck, you drunk as f*ck, now turn it up
Mellow boot it up
I'ma go and f*cking crunk, crunk
Hit him with the dunk
After a little bit, trying to f*ck
Once I get it up, I'ma make her toot it up
What you thinking about
I hit his head like open thots
We just thinking now, I jigged the plug, now that boy blocked
No, we ain't NBA, but SBG, we out our top
Just like the mystery van, Scooby-Doo, we out the box
Uh, no bitch, I ain't Mike, but lil' ho, this bitch could box
No, I ain't the Migos, but lil' Mellow, watch the top
And you a freaky nigga, went ahead and took the bop
Pockets new, but yeah, my shit look like an astronaut
Watch is getting bigger, I first was an Apple Watch
Shows is getting littered, now my shit like Travis Scott's
I done made a figure, made him shut up talking Tom
My plate getting bigger, you don't know what time we on
Mellow, you the GOAT, you the one we counting on
The train is getting fuller, don't say words, just hop a bomb
Yeah, we smoking strong, uh, that's that ultra strong
Uh, yeah, you smoking on that soft like Charmin Ultra Soft
Uh, get you wiped off quick, nigga, you a easy lick
Uh, look up at my fit, I look like a walking lick
Uh, they know I don't trick, you like that, you got a deal
Uh, turn you into Simp after I just got a deal
Yeah, you not for me, I might have to do you wrong
I might put it on, put that shit on like cologne
You a bop bitch, Lil' Ho get the f*ck on
Mellow granting you three wishes, you trying to be my clone
Writer: Maximus Munoz
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