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(Shout out Datboi, nigga)

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Gang, gang, gang, gang
Mm, she got a body like Nicki (I'm lit)
Ooh, baby

Give me the addy then I'm poppin' up
Once I get the location, turn left, turn right
Mm, then I'm pullin' off
I'm movin' wock, movin' wock
I gotta drop from a thot
She like a nigga who pockets be bigger
A vet with the strokes who be makin' her thicker
And do what he want, and do what he want, yeah yeah (he do what he want)
Uh, baby who f*ckin' with me? Ain't no competitor (no he's not)
Shittin' on opps, gettin' this guap (gettin' this, gettin' this guap)
I'm way ahead of them, yeah, yeah
She got a nigga and I got a bitch, it ain't no tellin' though
I'm feelin' very elite, niggas know I got the streets (I got the streets)

Uh, uh, uh, uh
Amiris the fashion
Uh, uh, uh, uh (let's go)
I'm breakin' her back in
Uh, uh, I'm hearin' she got a body like Nicki
She got a body like Rih Rih
But none of that matter if the pussy is wack (on gang)
If your pussy trash, bitch, I'ma spit on ya back
If it's not wet, on to the next
I'm too lit of a nigga I can't be attached
I be stylin' I'm flexin' with racks
I got money I know how to act (I know how to act)
I'ma go put it up
I don't care if I'm rich if you owe me I want it back
I see them crackin' fours we gone start a fight
We gone pull up and end the whole litty night (let's get 'em)
Boo-baow, I'ma drop his ass, boo-baow, I got the bag
I gotta chill where my niggas at, the whole gang eat I break bread
Yeah we be arguin' and shit but it would not be about a bitch
I think she winnin' 'cause she got no flaws
Ain't no competin' she badder than all
Her hair to her ass all of that cute shit
And not any nigga could get in her draws
She cute, she my type, she fire
She the one I like (I like her)
Pull up on me
Baby I want to f*ck, I want to fight

Once I get the location, turn left turn right
Mm, then I'm pullin' off
I'm movin' wock, movin' wock
I gotta drop from a thot
She like a nigga who pockets be bigger
A vet with the strokes who be makin' her thicker
And do what he want, and do what he want (yeah, yeah)
Uh, baby who f*ckin'with me? ain't no competitor
Shittin'on opps, gettin' this guap, I'm way ahead of them, yeah yeah
She got a nigga and I got a bitch, it ain't no tellin' though
I'm feelin' very elite, niggas know I got the streets (I got the streets)

Uh, uh, uh, uh
I got the streets
Niggas know how I'm coming
Fours
That's four shit
Uh, perfect
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(Shout out Datboi, nigga)

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Gang, gang, gang, gang
Mm, she got a body like Nicki (I'm lit)
Ooh, baby

Give me the addy then I'm poppin' up
Once I get the location, turn left, turn right
Mm, then I'm pullin' off
I'm movin' wock, movin' wock
I gotta drop from a thot
She like a nigga who pockets be bigger
A vet with the strokes who be makin' her thicker
And do what he want, and do what he want, yeah yeah (he do what he want)
Uh, baby who f*ckin' with me? Ain't no competitor (no he's not)
Shittin' on opps, gettin' this guap (gettin' this, gettin' this guap)
I'm way ahead of them, yeah, yeah
She got a nigga and I got a bitch, it ain't no tellin' though
I'm feelin' very elite, niggas know I got the streets (I got the streets)

Uh, uh, uh, uh
Amiris the fashion
Uh, uh, uh, uh (let's go)
I'm breakin' her back in
Uh, uh, I'm hearin' she got a body like Nicki
She got a body like Rih Rih
But none of that matter if the pussy is wack (on gang)
If your pussy trash, bitch, I'ma spit on ya back
If it's not wet, on to the next
I'm too lit of a nigga I can't be attached
I be stylin' I'm flexin' with racks
I got money I know how to act (I know how to act)
I'ma go put it up
I don't care if I'm rich if you owe me I want it back
I see them crackin' fours we gone start a fight
We gone pull up and end the whole litty night (let's get 'em)
Boo-baow, I'ma drop his ass, boo-baow, I got the bag
I gotta chill where my niggas at, the whole gang eat I break bread
Yeah we be arguin' and shit but it would not be about a bitch
I think she winnin' 'cause she got no flaws
Ain't no competin' she badder than all
Her hair to her ass all of that cute shit
And not any nigga could get in her draws
She cute, she my type, she fire
She the one I like (I like her)
Pull up on me
Baby I want to f*ck, I want to fight

Once I get the location, turn left turn right
Mm, then I'm pullin' off
I'm movin' wock, movin' wock
I gotta drop from a thot
She like a nigga who pockets be bigger
A vet with the strokes who be makin' her thicker
And do what he want, and do what he want (yeah, yeah)
Uh, baby who f*ckin'with me? ain't no competitor
Shittin'on opps, gettin' this guap, I'm way ahead of them, yeah yeah
She got a nigga and I got a bitch, it ain't no tellin' though
I'm feelin' very elite, niggas know I got the streets (I got the streets)

Uh, uh, uh, uh
I got the streets
Niggas know how I'm coming
Fours
That's four shit
Uh, perfect
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Writer: Anthony Paulino, Lefty Frizzel Sanders Jr., Luca Fano-Caroti, Shai Shachar
Copyright: Lyrics © CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC

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