Whole lot of killers and they hopping out the minivan
We gon spin the block yeah spin like ceiling fan
You wasn't showing love back when I ain't have no bands
Back to the trap crack hopping out the frying pan
Whole lot of killers and they hopping out the minivan
We gon spin the block yeah spin like ceiling fan
You wasn't showing love back when I ain't have no bands
Back to the trap crack hopping out the frying pan
Hoping out the minivan looking like kidnapper
Think I seen grim reaper she is a soul snatcher
I can make a 100 but no bachelors no masters
I don't need to cap unless I capping up a
I like my bad bitches cold I need a bad tina snow
And I got that dope that make your buddy overdose
Thought they caught me slipping with my back against the rope
Till they hit the corner knock a nigga off his porch
Whole lot of killers and they hopping out the minivan
We gon spin the block yeah spin like ceiling fan
You wasn't showing love back when I ain't have no bands
Back to the trap crack hopping out the frying pan
Whole lot of killers and they hopping out the minivan
We gon spin the block yeah spin like ceiling fan
You wasn't showing love back when I ain't have no bands
Back to the trap crack hopping out the frying pan
Sliding in that minivan but nah this ain't no family of 4
You'll think it's russians the way my shooters pull up swing that door
Chase money and not a bitch these hoes be choosing
She ain't wanna link until I went and cop that cuban
Road runna for life you play and you get rolled on
No roll bounce check bounce I get my roll on
Even though I'm committing fraud I ain't no fraud so you can't pull my card
Face gate in the hood it's understood so I been going hard
Whole lot of killers and they hopping out the minivan
We gon spin the block yeah spin like ceiling fan
You wasn't showing love back when I ain't have no bands
Back to the trap crack hopping out the frying pan
Whole lot of killers and they hopping out the minivan
We gon spin the block yeah spin like ceiling fan
You wasn't showing love back when I ain't have no bands
Back to the trap crack hopping out the frying pan
Still aint never find her turn the lights off
Balenciaga dripping i'm a waterfall
Chilling with your bitch she got on no draws
She always on go i bought her goyard
Million$ - Minivan (feat. Hookman) Lyrics
Million$ - Minivan (feat. Hookman) Lyrics
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Whole lot of killers and they hopping out the minivan
We gon spin the block yeah spin like ceiling fan
You wasn't showing love back when I ain't have no bands
Back to the trap crack hopping out the frying pan
Whole lot of killers and they hopping out the minivan
We gon spin the block yeah spin like ceiling fan
You wasn't showing love back when I ain't have no bands
Back to the trap crack hopping out the frying pan
Hoping out the minivan looking like kidnapper
Think I seen grim reaper she is a soul snatcher
I can make a 100 but no bachelors no masters
I don't need to cap unless I capping up a
I like my bad bitches cold I need a bad tina snow
And I got that dope that make your buddy overdose
Thought they caught me slipping with my back against the rope
Till they hit the corner knock a nigga off his porch
Whole lot of killers and they hopping out the minivan
We gon spin the block yeah spin like ceiling fan
You wasn't showing love back when I ain't have no bands
Back to the trap crack hopping out the frying pan
Whole lot of killers and they hopping out the minivan
We gon spin the block yeah spin like ceiling fan
You wasn't showing love back when I ain't have no bands
Back to the trap crack hopping out the frying pan
Sliding in that minivan but nah this ain't no family of 4
You'll think it's russians the way my shooters pull up swing that door
Chase money and not a bitch these hoes be choosing
She ain't wanna link until I went and cop that cuban
Road runna for life you play and you get rolled on
No roll bounce check bounce I get my roll on
Even though I'm committing fraud I ain't no fraud so you can't pull my card
Face gate in the hood it's understood so I been going hard
Whole lot of killers and they hopping out the minivan
We gon spin the block yeah spin like ceiling fan
You wasn't showing love back when I ain't have no bands
Back to the trap crack hopping out the frying pan
Whole lot of killers and they hopping out the minivan
We gon spin the block yeah spin like ceiling fan
You wasn't showing love back when I ain't have no bands
Back to the trap crack hopping out the frying pan
Still aint never find her turn the lights off
Balenciaga dripping i'm a waterfall
Chilling with your bitch she got on no draws
She always on go i bought her goyard
We gon spin the block yeah spin like ceiling fan
You wasn't showing love back when I ain't have no bands
Back to the trap crack hopping out the frying pan
Whole lot of killers and they hopping out the minivan
We gon spin the block yeah spin like ceiling fan
You wasn't showing love back when I ain't have no bands
Back to the trap crack hopping out the frying pan
Hoping out the minivan looking like kidnapper
Think I seen grim reaper she is a soul snatcher
I can make a 100 but no bachelors no masters
I don't need to cap unless I capping up a
I like my bad bitches cold I need a bad tina snow
And I got that dope that make your buddy overdose
Thought they caught me slipping with my back against the rope
Till they hit the corner knock a nigga off his porch
Whole lot of killers and they hopping out the minivan
We gon spin the block yeah spin like ceiling fan
You wasn't showing love back when I ain't have no bands
Back to the trap crack hopping out the frying pan
Whole lot of killers and they hopping out the minivan
We gon spin the block yeah spin like ceiling fan
You wasn't showing love back when I ain't have no bands
Back to the trap crack hopping out the frying pan
Sliding in that minivan but nah this ain't no family of 4
You'll think it's russians the way my shooters pull up swing that door
Chase money and not a bitch these hoes be choosing
She ain't wanna link until I went and cop that cuban
Road runna for life you play and you get rolled on
No roll bounce check bounce I get my roll on
Even though I'm committing fraud I ain't no fraud so you can't pull my card
Face gate in the hood it's understood so I been going hard
Whole lot of killers and they hopping out the minivan
We gon spin the block yeah spin like ceiling fan
You wasn't showing love back when I ain't have no bands
Back to the trap crack hopping out the frying pan
Whole lot of killers and they hopping out the minivan
We gon spin the block yeah spin like ceiling fan
You wasn't showing love back when I ain't have no bands
Back to the trap crack hopping out the frying pan
Still aint never find her turn the lights off
Balenciaga dripping i'm a waterfall
Chilling with your bitch she got on no draws
She always on go i bought her goyard
Writer: midler alexis
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid