Hold up get the business straight
My uncle in the gates
Sipping on that f*cking juice ain't talking Minute Maid
I'm getting straight to the cash ain't talking minimum wage
I'm trynna take her to the crib man f*ck a dinner date
Hold up get the business straight my uncle in the gates
Sipping on that f*cking juice ain't talking Minute Maid
I'm getting straight to the cash ain't talking minimum wage
I'm trynna take her to the crib man f*ck a dinner date
Bitches all around me at the party cause they like me
They nigga f*cking hate me for no reason trynna fight me
I can't f*ck with thots cause they really don't excite me
Got cuzzo and my bro with the 30 right beside me
Bouncin' on the beat but I ain't talking bout no diddy bop
The way the that shawty bouncing on my shit is like a drop top
She suck me up til she lock jaw like why the f*ck you stop
Smoking on that gas yeah it's pressure man I can't stop
Got niggas in my section that's gon' carry all them rugers
Aiming for ya chest we ain't talking bout no Cupid
Bitch gon' say she love me u ain't bout to have me stupid
Catch him slipping leave that lil nigga f*cking clueless
Nigga
(They wanna know how we do this shit bruh, Yeah)
My niggas dogs I got em hangin' out the window
Couldn't smoke my gas I hadda cop another rillo
I'm a sharpshooter 14 in the clip just like i'm herro
She said she like my swag she see that I got dinero
All up in her guts booty nice and back is narrow
She s aid she got a nigga but I really didn't care no
All up in her head like the products in her hair doe
Never stick to one I got bitches by the spare doe
When I hit her from the back I got her running tell her come back
Told that bitch to grab up on my nuts I like to multitask
Niggas sneak dissing on they social I might cop a mask
Pull up to they spot where he stay unload the f*ckin' mags
Or pull to his bitch at her crib so I can f*cking smash
Pullin' up my pants when i'm finish i'm finna do the dash
Swervin' lane to lane in foreign hope ion f*ckin' crash
Call me groceries how they always see me in my bag nigga
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Hold up get the business straight
My uncle in the gates
Sipping on that f*cking juice ain't talking Minute Maid
I'm getting straight to the cash ain't talking minimum wage
I'm trynna take her to the crib man f*ck a dinner date
Hold up get the business straight my uncle in the gates
Sipping on that f*cking juice ain't talking Minute Maid
I'm getting straight to the cash ain't talking minimum wage
I'm trynna take her to the crib man f*ck a dinner date
Bitches all around me at the party cause they like me
They nigga f*cking hate me for no reason trynna fight me
I can't f*ck with thots cause they really don't excite me
Got cuzzo and my bro with the 30 right beside me
Bouncin' on the beat but I ain't talking bout no diddy bop
The way the that shawty bouncing on my shit is like a drop top
She suck me up til she lock jaw like why the f*ck you stop
Smoking on that gas yeah it's pressure man I can't stop
Got niggas in my section that's gon' carry all them rugers
Aiming for ya chest we ain't talking bout no Cupid
Bitch gon' say she love me u ain't bout to have me stupid
Catch him slipping leave that lil nigga f*cking clueless
Nigga
(They wanna know how we do this shit bruh, Yeah)
My niggas dogs I got em hangin' out the window
Couldn't smoke my gas I hadda cop another rillo
I'm a sharpshooter 14 in the clip just like i'm herro
She said she like my swag she see that I got dinero
All up in her guts booty nice and back is narrow
She s aid she got a nigga but I really didn't care no
All up in her head like the products in her hair doe
Never stick to one I got bitches by the spare doe
When I hit her from the back I got her running tell her come back
Told that bitch to grab up on my nuts I like to multitask
Niggas sneak dissing on they social I might cop a mask
Pull up to they spot where he stay unload the f*ckin' mags
Or pull to his bitch at her crib so I can f*cking smash
Pullin' up my pants when i'm finish i'm finna do the dash
Swervin' lane to lane in foreign hope ion f*ckin' crash
Call me groceries how they always see me in my bag nigga
My uncle in the gates
Sipping on that f*cking juice ain't talking Minute Maid
I'm getting straight to the cash ain't talking minimum wage
I'm trynna take her to the crib man f*ck a dinner date
Hold up get the business straight my uncle in the gates
Sipping on that f*cking juice ain't talking Minute Maid
I'm getting straight to the cash ain't talking minimum wage
I'm trynna take her to the crib man f*ck a dinner date
Bitches all around me at the party cause they like me
They nigga f*cking hate me for no reason trynna fight me
I can't f*ck with thots cause they really don't excite me
Got cuzzo and my bro with the 30 right beside me
Bouncin' on the beat but I ain't talking bout no diddy bop
The way the that shawty bouncing on my shit is like a drop top
She suck me up til she lock jaw like why the f*ck you stop
Smoking on that gas yeah it's pressure man I can't stop
Got niggas in my section that's gon' carry all them rugers
Aiming for ya chest we ain't talking bout no Cupid
Bitch gon' say she love me u ain't bout to have me stupid
Catch him slipping leave that lil nigga f*cking clueless
Nigga
(They wanna know how we do this shit bruh, Yeah)
My niggas dogs I got em hangin' out the window
Couldn't smoke my gas I hadda cop another rillo
I'm a sharpshooter 14 in the clip just like i'm herro
She said she like my swag she see that I got dinero
All up in her guts booty nice and back is narrow
She s aid she got a nigga but I really didn't care no
All up in her head like the products in her hair doe
Never stick to one I got bitches by the spare doe
When I hit her from the back I got her running tell her come back
Told that bitch to grab up on my nuts I like to multitask
Niggas sneak dissing on they social I might cop a mask
Pull up to they spot where he stay unload the f*ckin' mags
Or pull to his bitch at her crib so I can f*cking smash
Pullin' up my pants when i'm finish i'm finna do the dash
Swervin' lane to lane in foreign hope ion f*ckin' crash
Call me groceries how they always see me in my bag nigga
Writer: Daylin Garrett, Jaylin Garrett
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid