He aint a part of my team, They gon' smoke his ass up yea uh I'm with the feins
Yeah, that boy, he gets his fits yea huh from shein
I rock out, brand new chrome hearts, bitch, I'm rockin' jeans
Tell me what its finna take, yeah, for you to lie
Let me know how much more you can take before you start to cry
Took a private jet, I'm out this bitch, yea till july
I just cannot stand these hoes, bitch, I cannot lie
Yeah, I take these bitch, huh, Straight out the sauna
Yeah, no reason to care, ha he straight out the burner
And we put your ass, yea on Jimmys' phone
And you cut your ass, hot up out the summer
Oh she hot like sauna , bitch, she wet like Sauna
Yeah, I got a whole lot of money, bitch, gon' laugh that's funny
Bitch boy soft like gummy nah, I keep my nose so runny
That boy, he fake, got a hundred caps on him
Please just put the fries in the bag on him
Crazy how my money double, triple on him
Crazy how my money got so long on him
Crazy how my money got so motherf*cking big
Crazy how my money got so motherf*cking big
Crazy how my money got so motherf*cking big
Ya, yo money small, ah, my money big
I put a hoe in the back of the Bentley I put a hoe in the back of that Bitch
Keep me a motherf*cking Elliot oh blick, run up on me you get motherf*cking blitzed
Keep me a motherf*cking bad lil bitch yea a bad lil hoe
I keep my lil Alien, I keep my lil pole
Sparking my motherf*cking blunt, go outside and then I blow
Yeah, we do not f*ck with that boy, yeah that boy his name is glo
Yeah, we pull up with motherf*cking stick, yea stay out at they show
I keep a motherf*cking alien on my AR top
If you wanna pull up on me, I don't even come and shine
Yeah, that boy he really lazy, waste my motherf*cking time
Yeah, that boy, he really broke, begging for a dime
I just rock Balenciaga with your hoe, out in public
Yea lil hoe on Balenciaga, tell that hoe to suck it
Yeah, that little boy be talking shit, yea that lil he be buggin
Yeah, that boy, cut up out of heaven, put him in the oven
Yeah, that boy, couldn't buy a living, I could buy a dozen
Yeah, that boy, better shut him out before my alien does it
He aint a part of my team, They gon' smoke his ass up yea uh I'm with the feins
Yeah, that boy, he gets his fits yea huh from shein
I rock out, brand new chrome hearts, bitch, I'm rockin' jeans
Tell me what its finna take, yeah, for you to lie
Let me know how much more you can take before you start to cry
Took a private jet, I'm out this bitch, yea till july
I just cannot stand these hoes, bitch, I cannot lie
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He aint a part of my team, They gon' smoke his ass up yea uh I'm with the feins
Yeah, that boy, he gets his fits yea huh from shein
I rock out, brand new chrome hearts, bitch, I'm rockin' jeans
Tell me what its finna take, yeah, for you to lie
Let me know how much more you can take before you start to cry
Took a private jet, I'm out this bitch, yea till july
I just cannot stand these hoes, bitch, I cannot lie
Yeah, I take these bitch, huh, Straight out the sauna
Yeah, no reason to care, ha he straight out the burner
And we put your ass, yea on Jimmys' phone
And you cut your ass, hot up out the summer
Oh she hot like sauna , bitch, she wet like Sauna
Yeah, I got a whole lot of money, bitch, gon' laugh that's funny
Bitch boy soft like gummy nah, I keep my nose so runny
That boy, he fake, got a hundred caps on him
Please just put the fries in the bag on him
Crazy how my money double, triple on him
Crazy how my money got so long on him
Crazy how my money got so motherf*cking big
Crazy how my money got so motherf*cking big
Crazy how my money got so motherf*cking big
Ya, yo money small, ah, my money big
I put a hoe in the back of the Bentley I put a hoe in the back of that Bitch
Keep me a motherf*cking Elliot oh blick, run up on me you get motherf*cking blitzed
Keep me a motherf*cking bad lil bitch yea a bad lil hoe
I keep my lil Alien, I keep my lil pole
Sparking my motherf*cking blunt, go outside and then I blow
Yeah, we do not f*ck with that boy, yeah that boy his name is glo
Yeah, we pull up with motherf*cking stick, yea stay out at they show
I keep a motherf*cking alien on my AR top
If you wanna pull up on me, I don't even come and shine
Yeah, that boy he really lazy, waste my motherf*cking time
Yeah, that boy, he really broke, begging for a dime
I just rock Balenciaga with your hoe, out in public
Yea lil hoe on Balenciaga, tell that hoe to suck it
Yeah, that little boy be talking shit, yea that lil he be buggin
Yeah, that boy, cut up out of heaven, put him in the oven
Yeah, that boy, couldn't buy a living, I could buy a dozen
Yeah, that boy, better shut him out before my alien does it
He aint a part of my team, They gon' smoke his ass up yea uh I'm with the feins
Yeah, that boy, he gets his fits yea huh from shein
I rock out, brand new chrome hearts, bitch, I'm rockin' jeans
Tell me what its finna take, yeah, for you to lie
Let me know how much more you can take before you start to cry
Took a private jet, I'm out this bitch, yea till july
I just cannot stand these hoes, bitch, I cannot lie
Yeah, that boy, he gets his fits yea huh from shein
I rock out, brand new chrome hearts, bitch, I'm rockin' jeans
Tell me what its finna take, yeah, for you to lie
Let me know how much more you can take before you start to cry
Took a private jet, I'm out this bitch, yea till july
I just cannot stand these hoes, bitch, I cannot lie
Yeah, I take these bitch, huh, Straight out the sauna
Yeah, no reason to care, ha he straight out the burner
And we put your ass, yea on Jimmys' phone
And you cut your ass, hot up out the summer
Oh she hot like sauna , bitch, she wet like Sauna
Yeah, I got a whole lot of money, bitch, gon' laugh that's funny
Bitch boy soft like gummy nah, I keep my nose so runny
That boy, he fake, got a hundred caps on him
Please just put the fries in the bag on him
Crazy how my money double, triple on him
Crazy how my money got so long on him
Crazy how my money got so motherf*cking big
Crazy how my money got so motherf*cking big
Crazy how my money got so motherf*cking big
Ya, yo money small, ah, my money big
I put a hoe in the back of the Bentley I put a hoe in the back of that Bitch
Keep me a motherf*cking Elliot oh blick, run up on me you get motherf*cking blitzed
Keep me a motherf*cking bad lil bitch yea a bad lil hoe
I keep my lil Alien, I keep my lil pole
Sparking my motherf*cking blunt, go outside and then I blow
Yeah, we do not f*ck with that boy, yeah that boy his name is glo
Yeah, we pull up with motherf*cking stick, yea stay out at they show
I keep a motherf*cking alien on my AR top
If you wanna pull up on me, I don't even come and shine
Yeah, that boy he really lazy, waste my motherf*cking time
Yeah, that boy, he really broke, begging for a dime
I just rock Balenciaga with your hoe, out in public
Yea lil hoe on Balenciaga, tell that hoe to suck it
Yeah, that little boy be talking shit, yea that lil he be buggin
Yeah, that boy, cut up out of heaven, put him in the oven
Yeah, that boy, couldn't buy a living, I could buy a dozen
Yeah, that boy, better shut him out before my alien does it
He aint a part of my team, They gon' smoke his ass up yea uh I'm with the feins
Yeah, that boy, he gets his fits yea huh from shein
I rock out, brand new chrome hearts, bitch, I'm rockin' jeans
Tell me what its finna take, yeah, for you to lie
Let me know how much more you can take before you start to cry
Took a private jet, I'm out this bitch, yea till july
I just cannot stand these hoes, bitch, I cannot lie
Writer: Justin Johnson
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid