I pull straight up
To the runway
Blow your ass with an AK
Too turnt up
For a three way
Wrote this shit for the hoes
On the same day
This straight up
This shit straight up
This shit straight up
This shit straight up
This shit straight up
I pull straight up
To the runway
Blow your ass with an AK
Too turnt up
For a three way
Wrote this shit for the hoes
On the same day
This straight up
This shit straight up
We go to the moon
I took that old hoe back to the room
She said she miss her home
Like damn I miss my zone
Yeah Yeah
Alcoholic
She wanna do is shots
Back to my place then I bop it
Then I bop it
Bop it
Bop it
Bop it
We had that party anthem going on in the back
She bounce it to that to the rhythm
I aint even gonna lie
Shit felt like a Kardashian film
I got my dark shades on
Cause shit
F*ck the haters
Ion wanna see em
Flow too smooth
Like I'm moisturized
All these babes
They wanna feel em
Okay hold up yeah, turn my vocals up yeah
Shawty wassup, yeah, back then I was so f*cked up
I'm wit rudra, yeah, bitch you know we next up
I'm tryna blitz some, we keep screamin f*ck them
Pass me that magazine, no I ain't masquerade
She rocking new Celine, I'm sippin Gatorade
Cant tell me shit I'm from the bottom, 223s I'm going harder
What you say boy? I'm yo father
Okay let's go yeah
F*ck that shit I'm with the gang I'm in my zone yeah
Bitch we on go yeah
Riding around wit the gang we gon send baby jean home yeah
Sticks thru the window, Makin it click
Steady tryna blow wit the strap, Hit the lick
She say flossin got that W rizz
I'm in need for Speed I came wit the heat
You never know, I'm smoking the dope, I told that bitch jus to leave me alone
Catching my flow, now she wanna blow
72 shots and we aim for his chrome
I'm going harder than everything
I can't chill for a minute till I get my throne
These boys they hatin on me bitch
You gon watch me when I go boss up
I pull straight up
To the runway
Blow your ass with an AK
Too turnt up
For a three way
Wrote this shit for the hoes
On the same day
This straight up
This shit straight up
This shit straight up
This shit straight up
This shit straight up
I pull straight up
To the runway
Blow your ass with an AK
Too turnt up
For a three way
Wrote this shit for the hoes
On the same day
This straight up
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I pull straight up
To the runway
Blow your ass with an AK
Too turnt up
For a three way
Wrote this shit for the hoes
On the same day
This straight up
This shit straight up
This shit straight up
This shit straight up
This shit straight up
I pull straight up
To the runway
Blow your ass with an AK
Too turnt up
For a three way
Wrote this shit for the hoes
On the same day
This straight up
This shit straight up
We go to the moon
I took that old hoe back to the room
She said she miss her home
Like damn I miss my zone
Yeah Yeah
Alcoholic
She wanna do is shots
Back to my place then I bop it
Then I bop it
Bop it
Bop it
Bop it
We had that party anthem going on in the back
She bounce it to that to the rhythm
I aint even gonna lie
Shit felt like a Kardashian film
I got my dark shades on
Cause shit
F*ck the haters
Ion wanna see em
Flow too smooth
Like I'm moisturized
All these babes
They wanna feel em
Okay hold up yeah, turn my vocals up yeah
Shawty wassup, yeah, back then I was so f*cked up
I'm wit rudra, yeah, bitch you know we next up
I'm tryna blitz some, we keep screamin f*ck them
Pass me that magazine, no I ain't masquerade
She rocking new Celine, I'm sippin Gatorade
Cant tell me shit I'm from the bottom, 223s I'm going harder
What you say boy? I'm yo father
Okay let's go yeah
F*ck that shit I'm with the gang I'm in my zone yeah
Bitch we on go yeah
Riding around wit the gang we gon send baby jean home yeah
Sticks thru the window, Makin it click
Steady tryna blow wit the strap, Hit the lick
She say flossin got that W rizz
I'm in need for Speed I came wit the heat
You never know, I'm smoking the dope, I told that bitch jus to leave me alone
Catching my flow, now she wanna blow
72 shots and we aim for his chrome
I'm going harder than everything
I can't chill for a minute till I get my throne
These boys they hatin on me bitch
You gon watch me when I go boss up
I pull straight up
To the runway
Blow your ass with an AK
Too turnt up
For a three way
Wrote this shit for the hoes
On the same day
This straight up
This shit straight up
This shit straight up
This shit straight up
This shit straight up
I pull straight up
To the runway
Blow your ass with an AK
Too turnt up
For a three way
Wrote this shit for the hoes
On the same day
This straight up
To the runway
Blow your ass with an AK
Too turnt up
For a three way
Wrote this shit for the hoes
On the same day
This straight up
This shit straight up
This shit straight up
This shit straight up
This shit straight up
I pull straight up
To the runway
Blow your ass with an AK
Too turnt up
For a three way
Wrote this shit for the hoes
On the same day
This straight up
This shit straight up
We go to the moon
I took that old hoe back to the room
She said she miss her home
Like damn I miss my zone
Yeah Yeah
Alcoholic
She wanna do is shots
Back to my place then I bop it
Then I bop it
Bop it
Bop it
Bop it
We had that party anthem going on in the back
She bounce it to that to the rhythm
I aint even gonna lie
Shit felt like a Kardashian film
I got my dark shades on
Cause shit
F*ck the haters
Ion wanna see em
Flow too smooth
Like I'm moisturized
All these babes
They wanna feel em
Okay hold up yeah, turn my vocals up yeah
Shawty wassup, yeah, back then I was so f*cked up
I'm wit rudra, yeah, bitch you know we next up
I'm tryna blitz some, we keep screamin f*ck them
Pass me that magazine, no I ain't masquerade
She rocking new Celine, I'm sippin Gatorade
Cant tell me shit I'm from the bottom, 223s I'm going harder
What you say boy? I'm yo father
Okay let's go yeah
F*ck that shit I'm with the gang I'm in my zone yeah
Bitch we on go yeah
Riding around wit the gang we gon send baby jean home yeah
Sticks thru the window, Makin it click
Steady tryna blow wit the strap, Hit the lick
She say flossin got that W rizz
I'm in need for Speed I came wit the heat
You never know, I'm smoking the dope, I told that bitch jus to leave me alone
Catching my flow, now she wanna blow
72 shots and we aim for his chrome
I'm going harder than everything
I can't chill for a minute till I get my throne
These boys they hatin on me bitch
You gon watch me when I go boss up
I pull straight up
To the runway
Blow your ass with an AK
Too turnt up
For a three way
Wrote this shit for the hoes
On the same day
This straight up
This shit straight up
This shit straight up
This shit straight up
This shit straight up
I pull straight up
To the runway
Blow your ass with an AK
Too turnt up
For a three way
Wrote this shit for the hoes
On the same day
This straight up
Writer: Jayakrishnan K S, Udith Nair
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid