Ayy, ayy, ayy, woah, yo, yo, woah, run this shit, yeah
Bitch, I'm counting bands I stay on 10, with my clan hoe
I could never cuff a bitch, I don't even understand hoes
Brand new my shit, brand new Coolant kit, going where you can't go
Extended clips, yeah, we holding sticks, tell us what you stand for
Buss on the net, so we gun that shit down
Next thing you know, we the talk of the town
Run these bands up on so profoundly
This ain't money you counting, wash my rear with downy
Told you I don't f*ck with you, so please don't come around me
Cooling with lil' bad hoe, she heaven sent
Told you I don't f*ck with you
Yeah bitch, you know you irrelevant, I will always tell the truth
Huh, run up on you, it was troubling
Put her on a pedestal, f*ck
What in the f*ck was you thinking man?
Let this shit spray, I'm gon let it, yuh
She think she can test shit, yuh
She on my dick like a senate, yuh
This hoe want attention, yuh
Think that he got to hit it what he want
Tell that boy he can't really even defend shit, yuh
I can never go three or two
What she don't understand is I got top floor plots, yah
I think this hoe too demanding
I gotta wrap this gift before you get lil baby
I feel like motherf*cking Santa
Bust in a bitch, I ain't even plan it
I get the bag, no fanny
Rula on the block, Santanny
I'm tryna f*ck me a baddie
Half of these hoes I'm f*ckin' on, don't know my name, they be talkin' in Spanish
I'm hitting this hoe, I don't got no plans
Just make sure you takin' the plan b, (psychic)
I'ma put on for my family
I do this shit like regardless
F*ck a valentine, I'm Ye I'm heartless
I pump fake the foul I'm drawing (I pump fake, fake)
I made this lil' bitch cry, is you bawling or you balling?
Three hoes on me, I'm feelin' like James
I'm callin' the iso, I'm feelin' like Harden
Jordan, why you be stallin?
Lil' bitch, are you retarded?
Shitting on niggas, my young just farted
I send the call, my brother gon' do it (hello)
She on the dick, goin' stupid
The bitch seen punk, she act like a groupie (the bitch seen punk)
You know I'm lobbing the dunk, I'm not tryna lay up
I was in Vegas last week and I was f*ckin Andrea
I get back to LA, I chill with my niggas, we goin' Rodeo
Got a freak bitch who wanna ride on the dick, she want to go Rodeo
Only need one hand and my dick with the bitch, Odell
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Ayy, ayy, ayy, woah, yo, yo, woah, run this shit, yeah
Bitch, I'm counting bands I stay on 10, with my clan hoe
I could never cuff a bitch, I don't even understand hoes
Brand new my shit, brand new Coolant kit, going where you can't go
Extended clips, yeah, we holding sticks, tell us what you stand for
Buss on the net, so we gun that shit down
Next thing you know, we the talk of the town
Run these bands up on so profoundly
This ain't money you counting, wash my rear with downy
Told you I don't f*ck with you, so please don't come around me
Cooling with lil' bad hoe, she heaven sent
Told you I don't f*ck with you
Yeah bitch, you know you irrelevant, I will always tell the truth
Huh, run up on you, it was troubling
Put her on a pedestal, f*ck
What in the f*ck was you thinking man?
Let this shit spray, I'm gon let it, yuh
She think she can test shit, yuh
She on my dick like a senate, yuh
This hoe want attention, yuh
Think that he got to hit it what he want
Tell that boy he can't really even defend shit, yuh
I can never go three or two
What she don't understand is I got top floor plots, yah
I think this hoe too demanding
I gotta wrap this gift before you get lil baby
I feel like motherf*cking Santa
Bust in a bitch, I ain't even plan it
I get the bag, no fanny
Rula on the block, Santanny
I'm tryna f*ck me a baddie
Half of these hoes I'm f*ckin' on, don't know my name, they be talkin' in Spanish
I'm hitting this hoe, I don't got no plans
Just make sure you takin' the plan b, (psychic)
I'ma put on for my family
I do this shit like regardless
F*ck a valentine, I'm Ye I'm heartless
I pump fake the foul I'm drawing (I pump fake, fake)
I made this lil' bitch cry, is you bawling or you balling?
Three hoes on me, I'm feelin' like James
I'm callin' the iso, I'm feelin' like Harden
Jordan, why you be stallin?
Lil' bitch, are you retarded?
Shitting on niggas, my young just farted
I send the call, my brother gon' do it (hello)
She on the dick, goin' stupid
The bitch seen punk, she act like a groupie (the bitch seen punk)
You know I'm lobbing the dunk, I'm not tryna lay up
I was in Vegas last week and I was f*ckin Andrea
I get back to LA, I chill with my niggas, we goin' Rodeo
Got a freak bitch who wanna ride on the dick, she want to go Rodeo
Only need one hand and my dick with the bitch, Odell
Bitch, I'm counting bands I stay on 10, with my clan hoe
I could never cuff a bitch, I don't even understand hoes
Brand new my shit, brand new Coolant kit, going where you can't go
Extended clips, yeah, we holding sticks, tell us what you stand for
Buss on the net, so we gun that shit down
Next thing you know, we the talk of the town
Run these bands up on so profoundly
This ain't money you counting, wash my rear with downy
Told you I don't f*ck with you, so please don't come around me
Cooling with lil' bad hoe, she heaven sent
Told you I don't f*ck with you
Yeah bitch, you know you irrelevant, I will always tell the truth
Huh, run up on you, it was troubling
Put her on a pedestal, f*ck
What in the f*ck was you thinking man?
Let this shit spray, I'm gon let it, yuh
She think she can test shit, yuh
She on my dick like a senate, yuh
This hoe want attention, yuh
Think that he got to hit it what he want
Tell that boy he can't really even defend shit, yuh
I can never go three or two
What she don't understand is I got top floor plots, yah
I think this hoe too demanding
I gotta wrap this gift before you get lil baby
I feel like motherf*cking Santa
Bust in a bitch, I ain't even plan it
I get the bag, no fanny
Rula on the block, Santanny
I'm tryna f*ck me a baddie
Half of these hoes I'm f*ckin' on, don't know my name, they be talkin' in Spanish
I'm hitting this hoe, I don't got no plans
Just make sure you takin' the plan b, (psychic)
I'ma put on for my family
I do this shit like regardless
F*ck a valentine, I'm Ye I'm heartless
I pump fake the foul I'm drawing (I pump fake, fake)
I made this lil' bitch cry, is you bawling or you balling?
Three hoes on me, I'm feelin' like James
I'm callin' the iso, I'm feelin' like Harden
Jordan, why you be stallin?
Lil' bitch, are you retarded?
Shitting on niggas, my young just farted
I send the call, my brother gon' do it (hello)
She on the dick, goin' stupid
The bitch seen punk, she act like a groupie (the bitch seen punk)
You know I'm lobbing the dunk, I'm not tryna lay up
I was in Vegas last week and I was f*ckin Andrea
I get back to LA, I chill with my niggas, we goin' Rodeo
Got a freak bitch who wanna ride on the dick, she want to go Rodeo
Only need one hand and my dick with the bitch, Odell
Writer: Jordan Taylor, Romeo Montagut
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid