Yuh, Yuh
Niggas getting too much paper to be beefing with any nigga
C'mon
(Hmm, Uh, Huh, Huh, Yuh, Yuh, Yuh)
Huh, I done spilled my drank
Yeah, lil ho sip candy paint
I take reefer straight to face
Vacuum sealed that shit so stank
Got G-Shock but it's out date
F*ck nigga hate he not up in my place
I got more green than a three man parlay
I keep on waiting never drop my tape
Yeahh, you want a feat gotta pay
I'm Going up yeah, these niggas hate it
I'm all in her might just bust on her face
(Yuh-drrp) One call my plug plug made a play
God damn lil bitch tryna pull up and shake
Yeah, hit from the back got her calling me bae
He never struggled, I hate when they fake it
Me and my gang locked more than Jamaican
Yeah, my pockets so overweight
My heart so cold can't feel pain
I just cope with sippin' that drank
F*ck niggas dying on any day
I got a bust down, might get the plain
F*ck the same bitches but we not the same
Come tap in with me I got better rates
Trackhawk cutting up asphalt, dang
Huh, I done spilled my drank
Yeah, lil ho sip candy paint
I take reefer straight to face
Vacuum sealed that shit so stank
Got G-Shock but it's out date
F*ck nigga hate he not up in my place
I got more green than a three man parlay
I keep on waiting never drop my tape
Smoking that nigga more puffs than a vape
Saving a ho what the f*ck is a cape
Ho wasn't thick so I had to reshape
Sippin' that drank done got bellyache
All these hos breaking they necks Epley
I f*ck a Spanish ho she say "olé"
You got a stick put that shit on display
I'm counting guap f*ck nigga I'm J
High as the f*ck boy I think I'm in space
All the way up, Bitch I ain't Drake
I'm in the lab, what imma bake?
That nigga full, got too much on his plate
I keep the comments on just so they hate
Rocking my show going state to state
That boy is dumb way he took the bait
Sending em' up to Heaven's gates
Cut it
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Yuh, Yuh
Niggas getting too much paper to be beefing with any nigga
C'mon
(Hmm, Uh, Huh, Huh, Yuh, Yuh, Yuh)
Huh, I done spilled my drank
Yeah, lil ho sip candy paint
I take reefer straight to face
Vacuum sealed that shit so stank
Got G-Shock but it's out date
F*ck nigga hate he not up in my place
I got more green than a three man parlay
I keep on waiting never drop my tape
Yeahh, you want a feat gotta pay
I'm Going up yeah, these niggas hate it
I'm all in her might just bust on her face
(Yuh-drrp) One call my plug plug made a play
God damn lil bitch tryna pull up and shake
Yeah, hit from the back got her calling me bae
He never struggled, I hate when they fake it
Me and my gang locked more than Jamaican
Yeah, my pockets so overweight
My heart so cold can't feel pain
I just cope with sippin' that drank
F*ck niggas dying on any day
I got a bust down, might get the plain
F*ck the same bitches but we not the same
Come tap in with me I got better rates
Trackhawk cutting up asphalt, dang
Huh, I done spilled my drank
Yeah, lil ho sip candy paint
I take reefer straight to face
Vacuum sealed that shit so stank
Got G-Shock but it's out date
F*ck nigga hate he not up in my place
I got more green than a three man parlay
I keep on waiting never drop my tape
Smoking that nigga more puffs than a vape
Saving a ho what the f*ck is a cape
Ho wasn't thick so I had to reshape
Sippin' that drank done got bellyache
All these hos breaking they necks Epley
I f*ck a Spanish ho she say "olé"
You got a stick put that shit on display
I'm counting guap f*ck nigga I'm J
High as the f*ck boy I think I'm in space
All the way up, Bitch I ain't Drake
I'm in the lab, what imma bake?
That nigga full, got too much on his plate
I keep the comments on just so they hate
Rocking my show going state to state
That boy is dumb way he took the bait
Sending em' up to Heaven's gates
Cut it
Niggas getting too much paper to be beefing with any nigga
C'mon
(Hmm, Uh, Huh, Huh, Yuh, Yuh, Yuh)
Huh, I done spilled my drank
Yeah, lil ho sip candy paint
I take reefer straight to face
Vacuum sealed that shit so stank
Got G-Shock but it's out date
F*ck nigga hate he not up in my place
I got more green than a three man parlay
I keep on waiting never drop my tape
Yeahh, you want a feat gotta pay
I'm Going up yeah, these niggas hate it
I'm all in her might just bust on her face
(Yuh-drrp) One call my plug plug made a play
God damn lil bitch tryna pull up and shake
Yeah, hit from the back got her calling me bae
He never struggled, I hate when they fake it
Me and my gang locked more than Jamaican
Yeah, my pockets so overweight
My heart so cold can't feel pain
I just cope with sippin' that drank
F*ck niggas dying on any day
I got a bust down, might get the plain
F*ck the same bitches but we not the same
Come tap in with me I got better rates
Trackhawk cutting up asphalt, dang
Huh, I done spilled my drank
Yeah, lil ho sip candy paint
I take reefer straight to face
Vacuum sealed that shit so stank
Got G-Shock but it's out date
F*ck nigga hate he not up in my place
I got more green than a three man parlay
I keep on waiting never drop my tape
Smoking that nigga more puffs than a vape
Saving a ho what the f*ck is a cape
Ho wasn't thick so I had to reshape
Sippin' that drank done got bellyache
All these hos breaking they necks Epley
I f*ck a Spanish ho she say "olé"
You got a stick put that shit on display
I'm counting guap f*ck nigga I'm J
High as the f*ck boy I think I'm in space
All the way up, Bitch I ain't Drake
I'm in the lab, what imma bake?
That nigga full, got too much on his plate
I keep the comments on just so they hate
Rocking my show going state to state
That boy is dumb way he took the bait
Sending em' up to Heaven's gates
Cut it
Writer: Jordan Ross
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