Like why the hell he talkin down
I'm 'gone put on for my town
Text this bitch she like a napkin cause the way she wipe me down
I drop a mixtape not a album but they f*ckin' with the outcome
He in the middle call him Malcolm
I got bands his bitch can count 'em
Said he get bands but where they at
Get the f*ck out your feelings and go get a bag
Had to run up the bag and put him in the past
Why you speaking on me I put you on the map
Yeah she hit my phone alright okay
Hop in the whip and I get paid
She hit my phone asking do you 'wanna f*ck okay
I kick her out when I nut go away
(Bro what)
Tell that boy he 'cannot run with the gang
He looking like Fortnite he don't got no aim
And I dunk on the scene like NBA
She point at her man and I thought he was gay
Yeah bro got extended mags all in the clip
My bro steady writing he making a list
If we send a hit then we ain't 'gonna miss
Cause I wanna rock out just like
(Uh, woah damn, damn)
I take that bitch to Japan
My pockets stay full it's all bands
Tell that bitch to pull up where I am
I cannot wifey that bitch she a nat-nat
She hit my dm so I had to tap that
I hit her once I record it on Snapchat She got a nigga tell that nigga back back
Rockin' all black like a extra at donda
She call me daddy but I'm not her father
Dunk on a nigga just like I'm Mo Bamba
Get her aroused ima' call that bitch Ronda
Shoot up the scene like I'm Rambo
Leave a bitch nigga stuck like a scarecrow
Keep the strap on me just like it's Velcro
I just want the head so lil' bitch keep your legs closed
(Woah, oh)
(I just want the head so lil bitch keep your legs closed)
(Just want the head so lil bitch keep your legs closed)
(Woah, oh)
(Just want the head so lil bitch keep your legs closed)
(Yeah, woah, yeah)
Like why the hell he talkin' down
I'm gone' put on for my town
Text this bitch she like a napkin cause the way she wipe me down
I drop a mixtape not a album but they f*ckin' with the outcome
He in the middle call him Malcolm
I got bands his bitch can count 'em
Said he get bands but where they at
Get the f*ck out your feelings and go get a bag
Had to run up the bag and put him in the past
Why you speaking on me I put you on the map
Yeah she hit my phone alright okay
Hop in the whip and I get paid
She hit my phone asking me 'wanna f*ck okay
I kick her out when I nut go away
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Like why the hell he talkin down
I'm 'gone put on for my town
Text this bitch she like a napkin cause the way she wipe me down
I drop a mixtape not a album but they f*ckin' with the outcome
He in the middle call him Malcolm
I got bands his bitch can count 'em
Said he get bands but where they at
Get the f*ck out your feelings and go get a bag
Had to run up the bag and put him in the past
Why you speaking on me I put you on the map
Yeah she hit my phone alright okay
Hop in the whip and I get paid
She hit my phone asking do you 'wanna f*ck okay
I kick her out when I nut go away
(Bro what)
Tell that boy he 'cannot run with the gang
He looking like Fortnite he don't got no aim
And I dunk on the scene like NBA
She point at her man and I thought he was gay
Yeah bro got extended mags all in the clip
My bro steady writing he making a list
If we send a hit then we ain't 'gonna miss
Cause I wanna rock out just like
(Uh, woah damn, damn)
I take that bitch to Japan
My pockets stay full it's all bands
Tell that bitch to pull up where I am
I cannot wifey that bitch she a nat-nat
She hit my dm so I had to tap that
I hit her once I record it on Snapchat She got a nigga tell that nigga back back
Rockin' all black like a extra at donda
She call me daddy but I'm not her father
Dunk on a nigga just like I'm Mo Bamba
Get her aroused ima' call that bitch Ronda
Shoot up the scene like I'm Rambo
Leave a bitch nigga stuck like a scarecrow
Keep the strap on me just like it's Velcro
I just want the head so lil' bitch keep your legs closed
(Woah, oh)
(I just want the head so lil bitch keep your legs closed)
(Just want the head so lil bitch keep your legs closed)
(Woah, oh)
(Just want the head so lil bitch keep your legs closed)
(Yeah, woah, yeah)
Like why the hell he talkin' down
I'm gone' put on for my town
Text this bitch she like a napkin cause the way she wipe me down
I drop a mixtape not a album but they f*ckin' with the outcome
He in the middle call him Malcolm
I got bands his bitch can count 'em
Said he get bands but where they at
Get the f*ck out your feelings and go get a bag
Had to run up the bag and put him in the past
Why you speaking on me I put you on the map
Yeah she hit my phone alright okay
Hop in the whip and I get paid
She hit my phone asking me 'wanna f*ck okay
I kick her out when I nut go away
I'm 'gone put on for my town
Text this bitch she like a napkin cause the way she wipe me down
I drop a mixtape not a album but they f*ckin' with the outcome
He in the middle call him Malcolm
I got bands his bitch can count 'em
Said he get bands but where they at
Get the f*ck out your feelings and go get a bag
Had to run up the bag and put him in the past
Why you speaking on me I put you on the map
Yeah she hit my phone alright okay
Hop in the whip and I get paid
She hit my phone asking do you 'wanna f*ck okay
I kick her out when I nut go away
(Bro what)
Tell that boy he 'cannot run with the gang
He looking like Fortnite he don't got no aim
And I dunk on the scene like NBA
She point at her man and I thought he was gay
Yeah bro got extended mags all in the clip
My bro steady writing he making a list
If we send a hit then we ain't 'gonna miss
Cause I wanna rock out just like
(Uh, woah damn, damn)
I take that bitch to Japan
My pockets stay full it's all bands
Tell that bitch to pull up where I am
I cannot wifey that bitch she a nat-nat
She hit my dm so I had to tap that
I hit her once I record it on Snapchat She got a nigga tell that nigga back back
Rockin' all black like a extra at donda
She call me daddy but I'm not her father
Dunk on a nigga just like I'm Mo Bamba
Get her aroused ima' call that bitch Ronda
Shoot up the scene like I'm Rambo
Leave a bitch nigga stuck like a scarecrow
Keep the strap on me just like it's Velcro
I just want the head so lil' bitch keep your legs closed
(Woah, oh)
(I just want the head so lil bitch keep your legs closed)
(Just want the head so lil bitch keep your legs closed)
(Woah, oh)
(Just want the head so lil bitch keep your legs closed)
(Yeah, woah, yeah)
Like why the hell he talkin' down
I'm gone' put on for my town
Text this bitch she like a napkin cause the way she wipe me down
I drop a mixtape not a album but they f*ckin' with the outcome
He in the middle call him Malcolm
I got bands his bitch can count 'em
Said he get bands but where they at
Get the f*ck out your feelings and go get a bag
Had to run up the bag and put him in the past
Why you speaking on me I put you on the map
Yeah she hit my phone alright okay
Hop in the whip and I get paid
She hit my phone asking me 'wanna f*ck okay
I kick her out when I nut go away
Writer: Kesuan Johnson, Nfg Glockey540, Ryan Diven
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Performed By: novmbr x Nfg Glockey540
Language: English
Length: 2:25
Written by: Kesuan Johnson, Nfg Glockey540, Ryan Diven