Xtra, this shit is hard, tryna ride wave nigga, you know how hard it is mothaf*cka
Girls, girls, girls, girls, girls all over the world, the world, the world
She a bad Instagram model twerkin' on the ground, nigga, count it on me, but I really do not give a f*ck
She in hella threes on the court like I'm Stephen Curry
Shorty really gettin' bummed out, or she got a worry
Sleepin' with a bad lil' chick, but I tell her story
I don't watch it, it's through a snack, that is so corny
Let me get your number so we can chat
It is sad, all the baddies don't even add me back
Yeah, it's so hard, I just feel like I wanna drink
Every time I come up with some bars, why can't I think
Every time I come up with some bars, why can't I think
Every time I come up with some bars, why can't I think
Me don't wanna f*ck, cause it ain't a good time
I told that bitch that I'm really tryna have some
Girls, girls, girls, girls, girls all over the world, the world, the world
I'm a young adult, but I'm bored of raisin' briars
Young ass niggas niggas really think that I'm a coward
It is good in college that you really have a standard
I got family out of state, they livin' in Atlanta
When I was a little kid, I used to talk to Santa
F*ck her, now she used to talk to Santa
Niggas tryna kill me, but that bitch don't, he don't handle
My ass on the outside, lil' nigga, it's my era
Turn around and touch a lil' nigga, keep her head up
These niggas on my dick, but they don't know what he ain't mad of
Tryna run a bitch, but no block to kill his head off
Smokin' on my weed, pullin' the streets, I want my head on me
Born around a bladder, put this nigga in his f*ckin' teeth
Look, these niggas crazy, but I won't bounce up, but let me be
Little ass nigga, f*ck your mama, you get shot and free
Look around my niggas, all my bitches wanna wrestle less of me
Look, I said, rest on you for messin' with me
Now these niggas crazy, but I don't know how they work for me
23 Glocks on this phone and tea
Like 20 Glocks on the phone and tea
Key Marr - Turks & Caicos (feat. WockStar JB) [Remix] Lyrics
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Xtra, this shit is hard, tryna ride wave nigga, you know how hard it is mothaf*cka
Girls, girls, girls, girls, girls all over the world, the world, the world
She a bad Instagram model twerkin' on the ground, nigga, count it on me, but I really do not give a f*ck
She in hella threes on the court like I'm Stephen Curry
Shorty really gettin' bummed out, or she got a worry
Sleepin' with a bad lil' chick, but I tell her story
I don't watch it, it's through a snack, that is so corny
Let me get your number so we can chat
It is sad, all the baddies don't even add me back
Yeah, it's so hard, I just feel like I wanna drink
Every time I come up with some bars, why can't I think
Every time I come up with some bars, why can't I think
Every time I come up with some bars, why can't I think
Me don't wanna f*ck, cause it ain't a good time
I told that bitch that I'm really tryna have some
Girls, girls, girls, girls, girls all over the world, the world, the world
I'm a young adult, but I'm bored of raisin' briars
Young ass niggas niggas really think that I'm a coward
It is good in college that you really have a standard
I got family out of state, they livin' in Atlanta
When I was a little kid, I used to talk to Santa
F*ck her, now she used to talk to Santa
Niggas tryna kill me, but that bitch don't, he don't handle
My ass on the outside, lil' nigga, it's my era
Turn around and touch a lil' nigga, keep her head up
These niggas on my dick, but they don't know what he ain't mad of
Tryna run a bitch, but no block to kill his head off
Smokin' on my weed, pullin' the streets, I want my head on me
Born around a bladder, put this nigga in his f*ckin' teeth
Look, these niggas crazy, but I won't bounce up, but let me be
Little ass nigga, f*ck your mama, you get shot and free
Look around my niggas, all my bitches wanna wrestle less of me
Look, I said, rest on you for messin' with me
Now these niggas crazy, but I don't know how they work for me
23 Glocks on this phone and tea
Like 20 Glocks on the phone and tea
Girls, girls, girls, girls, girls all over the world, the world, the world
She a bad Instagram model twerkin' on the ground, nigga, count it on me, but I really do not give a f*ck
She in hella threes on the court like I'm Stephen Curry
Shorty really gettin' bummed out, or she got a worry
Sleepin' with a bad lil' chick, but I tell her story
I don't watch it, it's through a snack, that is so corny
Let me get your number so we can chat
It is sad, all the baddies don't even add me back
Yeah, it's so hard, I just feel like I wanna drink
Every time I come up with some bars, why can't I think
Every time I come up with some bars, why can't I think
Every time I come up with some bars, why can't I think
Me don't wanna f*ck, cause it ain't a good time
I told that bitch that I'm really tryna have some
Girls, girls, girls, girls, girls all over the world, the world, the world
I'm a young adult, but I'm bored of raisin' briars
Young ass niggas niggas really think that I'm a coward
It is good in college that you really have a standard
I got family out of state, they livin' in Atlanta
When I was a little kid, I used to talk to Santa
F*ck her, now she used to talk to Santa
Niggas tryna kill me, but that bitch don't, he don't handle
My ass on the outside, lil' nigga, it's my era
Turn around and touch a lil' nigga, keep her head up
These niggas on my dick, but they don't know what he ain't mad of
Tryna run a bitch, but no block to kill his head off
Smokin' on my weed, pullin' the streets, I want my head on me
Born around a bladder, put this nigga in his f*ckin' teeth
Look, these niggas crazy, but I won't bounce up, but let me be
Little ass nigga, f*ck your mama, you get shot and free
Look around my niggas, all my bitches wanna wrestle less of me
Look, I said, rest on you for messin' with me
Now these niggas crazy, but I don't know how they work for me
23 Glocks on this phone and tea
Like 20 Glocks on the phone and tea
Writer: J P, Shamarr Carty
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid