Bullets get him gone, oh damn
Drugs they got me nauseous, man
But it boost my confidence
Choppa got him falling, man
Swerve off in that SRT
Choppa hit, AR-15
I don't know my ABC's
AMG and GLE
I just be shopping all day, it's a expensive hobby
I got two bitches waiting in the lobby
One hoe giving sloppy
The other one, she on molly
I don't want they love
I just want they body
I pop a perc
And I turn to a zombie
AMG push to start
I got a fob key
(Bitch, what's the word?)
(She tryna flirt)
(She lift her skirt)
(I pop a perc)
(I'm leaving Earth)
(Foreign, I swerve)
(Yeah, what's the word?)
(What's the word? What's the word? What's the word?)
Bullets get him gone, oh damn
Drugs they got me nauseous, man
But it boost my confidence
Choppa got him falling, man
Swerve off in that SRT
Choppa hit, AR-15
I don't know my ABC's
AMG and GLE
wtw Video (MV)
Zoe Banks - wtw Lyrics
Official
We currently do not have these lyrics.
If you would like to submit them, please use the form below.
We currently do not have these lyrics.
If you would like to submit them, please use the form below.
Bullets get him gone, oh damn
Drugs they got me nauseous, man
But it boost my confidence
Choppa got him falling, man
Swerve off in that SRT
Choppa hit, AR-15
I don't know my ABC's
AMG and GLE
I just be shopping all day, it's a expensive hobby
I got two bitches waiting in the lobby
One hoe giving sloppy
The other one, she on molly
I don't want they love
I just want they body
I pop a perc
And I turn to a zombie
AMG push to start
I got a fob key
(Bitch, what's the word?)
(She tryna flirt)
(She lift her skirt)
(I pop a perc)
(I'm leaving Earth)
(Foreign, I swerve)
(Yeah, what's the word?)
(What's the word? What's the word? What's the word?)
Bullets get him gone, oh damn
Drugs they got me nauseous, man
But it boost my confidence
Choppa got him falling, man
Swerve off in that SRT
Choppa hit, AR-15
I don't know my ABC's
AMG and GLE
Drugs they got me nauseous, man
But it boost my confidence
Choppa got him falling, man
Swerve off in that SRT
Choppa hit, AR-15
I don't know my ABC's
AMG and GLE
I just be shopping all day, it's a expensive hobby
I got two bitches waiting in the lobby
One hoe giving sloppy
The other one, she on molly
I don't want they love
I just want they body
I pop a perc
And I turn to a zombie
AMG push to start
I got a fob key
(Bitch, what's the word?)
(She tryna flirt)
(She lift her skirt)
(I pop a perc)
(I'm leaving Earth)
(Foreign, I swerve)
(Yeah, what's the word?)
(What's the word? What's the word? What's the word?)
Bullets get him gone, oh damn
Drugs they got me nauseous, man
But it boost my confidence
Choppa got him falling, man
Swerve off in that SRT
Choppa hit, AR-15
I don't know my ABC's
AMG and GLE
Writer: Anthony Balta
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid