They ain't got a chance with you
Tryna run up some bands with you
Finna cop me a lamb or two
Yea, shit
Bitches on that flaw
I don't even wanna talk
Blue hunnids in the mall
They ain't got a chance with you
Tryna run up some bands with you
Finna cop me a lamb or two
Yea, shit
Bitches on that flaw
I don't even wanna talk
Blue hunnids in the mall
My bitches love to see me
Pop off the tag, i'm spending
I got hoes out in canada
I need shows on my calendar
Try my bros ima finish you
She steady capping, no need to lie
Dick you down, outta satisfy you
But I ain't gon' give you no pacifier
Want smoke ima bring it to they lungs
And I walk around with a Lil Pump
The shells on XXL
Trap in the forrest no gump
Digits running up on that scale
Feds took away my nigga chino
Did that shit last year
How I know he a real nigga
We get jam up he don't tell
Coming straight up outta merkcity
Feeling like f*ck a nigga feel-ings
F*ck love, mane I know how it go
You running game, you ain't got the remote
Road Running with the strap and the dope
200 on the dash and I go!
All my bitches do it just like the pictures and stick to the poles (pose)
Wrist a glacier man it's really on froze
Dr.Drip dropped a script on these dudes
Sending shooters soon to shake up your goons
Finally focused on the fake in these fools
In Sicko Mode tryna shake off the flu
They ain't got a chance with you
Tryna run up some bands with you
Finna cop me a lamb or two
Yea, shit
Bitches on that flaw
I don't even wanna talk
Blue hunnids in the mall
They ain't got a chance with you
Tryna run up some bands with you
Finna cop me a lamb or two
Yea, shit
Bitches on that flaw
I don't even wanna talk
Blue hunnids in the mall
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They ain't got a chance with you
Tryna run up some bands with you
Finna cop me a lamb or two
Yea, shit
Bitches on that flaw
I don't even wanna talk
Blue hunnids in the mall
They ain't got a chance with you
Tryna run up some bands with you
Finna cop me a lamb or two
Yea, shit
Bitches on that flaw
I don't even wanna talk
Blue hunnids in the mall
My bitches love to see me
Pop off the tag, i'm spending
I got hoes out in canada
I need shows on my calendar
Try my bros ima finish you
She steady capping, no need to lie
Dick you down, outta satisfy you
But I ain't gon' give you no pacifier
Want smoke ima bring it to they lungs
And I walk around with a Lil Pump
The shells on XXL
Trap in the forrest no gump
Digits running up on that scale
Feds took away my nigga chino
Did that shit last year
How I know he a real nigga
We get jam up he don't tell
Coming straight up outta merkcity
Feeling like f*ck a nigga feel-ings
F*ck love, mane I know how it go
You running game, you ain't got the remote
Road Running with the strap and the dope
200 on the dash and I go!
All my bitches do it just like the pictures and stick to the poles (pose)
Wrist a glacier man it's really on froze
Dr.Drip dropped a script on these dudes
Sending shooters soon to shake up your goons
Finally focused on the fake in these fools
In Sicko Mode tryna shake off the flu
They ain't got a chance with you
Tryna run up some bands with you
Finna cop me a lamb or two
Yea, shit
Bitches on that flaw
I don't even wanna talk
Blue hunnids in the mall
They ain't got a chance with you
Tryna run up some bands with you
Finna cop me a lamb or two
Yea, shit
Bitches on that flaw
I don't even wanna talk
Blue hunnids in the mall
Tryna run up some bands with you
Finna cop me a lamb or two
Yea, shit
Bitches on that flaw
I don't even wanna talk
Blue hunnids in the mall
They ain't got a chance with you
Tryna run up some bands with you
Finna cop me a lamb or two
Yea, shit
Bitches on that flaw
I don't even wanna talk
Blue hunnids in the mall
My bitches love to see me
Pop off the tag, i'm spending
I got hoes out in canada
I need shows on my calendar
Try my bros ima finish you
She steady capping, no need to lie
Dick you down, outta satisfy you
But I ain't gon' give you no pacifier
Want smoke ima bring it to they lungs
And I walk around with a Lil Pump
The shells on XXL
Trap in the forrest no gump
Digits running up on that scale
Feds took away my nigga chino
Did that shit last year
How I know he a real nigga
We get jam up he don't tell
Coming straight up outta merkcity
Feeling like f*ck a nigga feel-ings
F*ck love, mane I know how it go
You running game, you ain't got the remote
Road Running with the strap and the dope
200 on the dash and I go!
All my bitches do it just like the pictures and stick to the poles (pose)
Wrist a glacier man it's really on froze
Dr.Drip dropped a script on these dudes
Sending shooters soon to shake up your goons
Finally focused on the fake in these fools
In Sicko Mode tryna shake off the flu
They ain't got a chance with you
Tryna run up some bands with you
Finna cop me a lamb or two
Yea, shit
Bitches on that flaw
I don't even wanna talk
Blue hunnids in the mall
They ain't got a chance with you
Tryna run up some bands with you
Finna cop me a lamb or two
Yea, shit
Bitches on that flaw
I don't even wanna talk
Blue hunnids in the mall
Writer: Christion Greene
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid