Ball so hard muf*ckas wanna find me
My nigga I ain't hiding
We rockin designer got a Gucci
On my waist and my ice is so blinding
All my niggas in the trap game
All my niggas need no fame
Just money in our pocket credit cards in our wallets
And we gettin them bands like everyday
Pull up shoot ya like we in Chiraq
Cop a Draco and shoot you on the back
Niggas pull up like we ain't in the trap
But I grab my Ruger and let it clap
Niggas jealous of my style
Polo shirts and we ridin
Twitter beef ya we tired
Just take your bullshit outside
Imma cop me more bands
Lemme know if you want some hands
We rockin all the designer style
While you wearin off brands
Grab the 30 nigga watch me shoot
Eat her out and dip call that shit fast food
Only f*ck Arabs? You can call me Mahmood
Only savage cuz thats how we grew
F*ck 12 and f*ck the opps
Round the world still avoidin cops
All these niggas out sellin rocks
All the hoes on all the cocks
Bimmer
Cheater
Snitch nigga
Beater
Mexi
Texi
Migos
Papi
Pass it to Bear let that nigga spit rhymes
I said pass it to Bear let that nigga spit rhymes
My niggas in Paris we ballin so hard
I'm f*ckin that bitch and I hit that shit raw
She swallow my kids and I hit from the back
I hop in the black that foreign car
I don't f*ck with lame I got on my hip
Got the 30 right up on my hip
Dumpin bullets from the muf*ckin clip
Stay in your lane your niggas hit
Hop in the foreign I been switching lanes
Flexin my clothes on all these lames
I'm thumbing through blue bands everyday
Not the president like f*ck you think
So get up out my f*ckin lane
I'm cooling with the f*ckin gang
Lil Bear I'm doin stains
Four double-O that is the gang
So f*ck these niggas wanna really hate
Niggas in Paris like every f*ckin day
Pour a four right in my Fanta
Like that shit turn dirty
Aye
I don't need no jollies
Just need some thotties aye
You bitch got on her knees
And gave me sloppy aye
I'm cool with the gang I don't give a f*ck
I got the 30, this shit tucked
Aye, aye, aye
My niggas in Paris we don't give a f*ck
I pour a four, a young nigga slumped
Bitch, aye
My niggas we real know how ball
Paris party till we see the sunrise
My niggas in Paris party till we see the sunrise
Gang
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Ball so hard muf*ckas wanna find me
My nigga I ain't hiding
We rockin designer got a Gucci
On my waist and my ice is so blinding
All my niggas in the trap game
All my niggas need no fame
Just money in our pocket credit cards in our wallets
And we gettin them bands like everyday
Pull up shoot ya like we in Chiraq
Cop a Draco and shoot you on the back
Niggas pull up like we ain't in the trap
But I grab my Ruger and let it clap
Niggas jealous of my style
Polo shirts and we ridin
Twitter beef ya we tired
Just take your bullshit outside
Imma cop me more bands
Lemme know if you want some hands
We rockin all the designer style
While you wearin off brands
Grab the 30 nigga watch me shoot
Eat her out and dip call that shit fast food
Only f*ck Arabs? You can call me Mahmood
Only savage cuz thats how we grew
F*ck 12 and f*ck the opps
Round the world still avoidin cops
All these niggas out sellin rocks
All the hoes on all the cocks
Bimmer
Cheater
Snitch nigga
Beater
Mexi
Texi
Migos
Papi
Pass it to Bear let that nigga spit rhymes
I said pass it to Bear let that nigga spit rhymes
My niggas in Paris we ballin so hard
I'm f*ckin that bitch and I hit that shit raw
She swallow my kids and I hit from the back
I hop in the black that foreign car
I don't f*ck with lame I got on my hip
Got the 30 right up on my hip
Dumpin bullets from the muf*ckin clip
Stay in your lane your niggas hit
Hop in the foreign I been switching lanes
Flexin my clothes on all these lames
I'm thumbing through blue bands everyday
Not the president like f*ck you think
So get up out my f*ckin lane
I'm cooling with the f*ckin gang
Lil Bear I'm doin stains
Four double-O that is the gang
So f*ck these niggas wanna really hate
Niggas in Paris like every f*ckin day
Pour a four right in my Fanta
Like that shit turn dirty
Aye
I don't need no jollies
Just need some thotties aye
You bitch got on her knees
And gave me sloppy aye
I'm cool with the gang I don't give a f*ck
I got the 30, this shit tucked
Aye, aye, aye
My niggas in Paris we don't give a f*ck
I pour a four, a young nigga slumped
Bitch, aye
My niggas we real know how ball
Paris party till we see the sunrise
My niggas in Paris party till we see the sunrise
Gang
My nigga I ain't hiding
We rockin designer got a Gucci
On my waist and my ice is so blinding
All my niggas in the trap game
All my niggas need no fame
Just money in our pocket credit cards in our wallets
And we gettin them bands like everyday
Pull up shoot ya like we in Chiraq
Cop a Draco and shoot you on the back
Niggas pull up like we ain't in the trap
But I grab my Ruger and let it clap
Niggas jealous of my style
Polo shirts and we ridin
Twitter beef ya we tired
Just take your bullshit outside
Imma cop me more bands
Lemme know if you want some hands
We rockin all the designer style
While you wearin off brands
Grab the 30 nigga watch me shoot
Eat her out and dip call that shit fast food
Only f*ck Arabs? You can call me Mahmood
Only savage cuz thats how we grew
F*ck 12 and f*ck the opps
Round the world still avoidin cops
All these niggas out sellin rocks
All the hoes on all the cocks
Bimmer
Cheater
Snitch nigga
Beater
Mexi
Texi
Migos
Papi
Pass it to Bear let that nigga spit rhymes
I said pass it to Bear let that nigga spit rhymes
My niggas in Paris we ballin so hard
I'm f*ckin that bitch and I hit that shit raw
She swallow my kids and I hit from the back
I hop in the black that foreign car
I don't f*ck with lame I got on my hip
Got the 30 right up on my hip
Dumpin bullets from the muf*ckin clip
Stay in your lane your niggas hit
Hop in the foreign I been switching lanes
Flexin my clothes on all these lames
I'm thumbing through blue bands everyday
Not the president like f*ck you think
So get up out my f*ckin lane
I'm cooling with the f*ckin gang
Lil Bear I'm doin stains
Four double-O that is the gang
So f*ck these niggas wanna really hate
Niggas in Paris like every f*ckin day
Pour a four right in my Fanta
Like that shit turn dirty
Aye
I don't need no jollies
Just need some thotties aye
You bitch got on her knees
And gave me sloppy aye
I'm cool with the gang I don't give a f*ck
I got the 30, this shit tucked
Aye, aye, aye
My niggas in Paris we don't give a f*ck
I pour a four, a young nigga slumped
Bitch, aye
My niggas we real know how ball
Paris party till we see the sunrise
My niggas in Paris party till we see the sunrise
Gang
Writer: Adam Damerville, Adnan Benedict
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid