It's What - A Tribute to Peng Tings (feat. Lil Lanky & Thailerman123hd) Lyrics

What's up lil baby
Let me, let me just tell you somthin'
When they told us to rap
I was like for sure, for sure

208 on the dash yeah
Hopin' we don't crash it
With a new bitch and I'm grabbing that bash yeah
Filippin them tags yeah
Hoping we don't crash yeah
Look at my stash yeah
I got the bags yeah
Bitch what ya heard yeah
I am up first yeah
I grab these gerbs yeah

Send em out the door, send it
Kick a hoe
Make some more
Throw some more
Throw some paper
On these hoes
Goin major
Got the flow yeah

Living at the back house
What you call a trap house
Pulling them max out
Not a damn crack house

Flipping these couches I'm cleaning the chicken
Flaming these bars I'm grilling the chicken
Need the butter, it's stick, stick, stickin'
Put to the sauce it's thick, thick, thicken'
Yo
What?

Where this shit go, he drop it
Pattered the flow, go mop it
Aye turn it up, don't stop it
Banana clip, don't cock it

But we eat it up
Then we beat it up
Yo
Where this bitch at ho?

Put em in the back seat
Pull up with the fat heat
I, I, I, I ball like an athlete
Bitches can't catch me
Running like a track meet

She suck my dick on a Monday
I got that bish from the runway
She cut my hair on a Sunday
But chief ting that is my funday

Whippin and flippin' the coup yeah
I don't just pulled up on you
I done pulled up with a tool
Red dot aimin' at you yeah

You need to pay the bank
Go get a f*ckin' loan
Water is my drank
New ice gone cost a home

I'm spending these papers
I'm sending these vapors
I'm sending on sky cause this verse

Woah I'm not trippin'
No FOMO is a bitchin'
I'm never snitchin'
Talk about a bag, then I'm gon give him stitches
You bitches