Looking at yo bitch grab my hand come n walk with me
Cause you know I got bands up in my pocket like monopoly
Shawty I just want to f*ck don't talk about no astrology
He said he can keep up with my flow boy that's comedy
HA HA
Lil bitch yeah I pop it off
Drop top the whip you cant rock with us
Take mine no rest so what the f*ck is up
Pop out with that pistol then I hit you with that double pump
Got my cheese
Count it up no one two three
F*ck a hoe
Billy jean
Michael jack up in the scene
Its like they cannot believe when I go harder than the beat
Why you tapping out
I'm spazzing out
I'm turning up the heat
Bitch I'm better
Yeah my fit just like all black vendetta
Slid in my DM's and now I slide up in her center
Finna Band it up
I'm cashing out f*ck a love letter
Pussy boy thought he was something till I pulled up with berettas
HA HA
Lil bitch yeah I pop it off
Drop top the whip you cant rock with us
Take mine no rest so what the f*ck is up
Pop out with that pistol then I hit you with that double pump
Pop out at the party with my Blicky and my Glock
Said he talkin trash imma make that shit pop
Talkin bout pop imma pop all these xans
Said she wanna f*ck now where is your mans aye
Reckless talkin bout power now your headless
Why these f*ckin pussies tryna talk they are ruthless
These f*ckers wanna fight they came back for more
Got a toolie by my side I'm a spray it on their door
Call me f*ckin Rambo I'm a go pop pop pop
Go and talk your shit I'm a hit all these shots
Speeding down your block got a loaded up beretta
She be riding all night cuz I know be better
HA HA
Lil bitch yeah I pop it off
Drop top the whip you cant rock with us
Take mine no rest so what the f*ck is up
Pop out with that pistol then I hit you with that double pump
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Looking at yo bitch grab my hand come n walk with me
Cause you know I got bands up in my pocket like monopoly
Shawty I just want to f*ck don't talk about no astrology
He said he can keep up with my flow boy that's comedy
HA HA
Lil bitch yeah I pop it off
Drop top the whip you cant rock with us
Take mine no rest so what the f*ck is up
Pop out with that pistol then I hit you with that double pump
Got my cheese
Count it up no one two three
F*ck a hoe
Billy jean
Michael jack up in the scene
Its like they cannot believe when I go harder than the beat
Why you tapping out
I'm spazzing out
I'm turning up the heat
Bitch I'm better
Yeah my fit just like all black vendetta
Slid in my DM's and now I slide up in her center
Finna Band it up
I'm cashing out f*ck a love letter
Pussy boy thought he was something till I pulled up with berettas
HA HA
Lil bitch yeah I pop it off
Drop top the whip you cant rock with us
Take mine no rest so what the f*ck is up
Pop out with that pistol then I hit you with that double pump
Pop out at the party with my Blicky and my Glock
Said he talkin trash imma make that shit pop
Talkin bout pop imma pop all these xans
Said she wanna f*ck now where is your mans aye
Reckless talkin bout power now your headless
Why these f*ckin pussies tryna talk they are ruthless
These f*ckers wanna fight they came back for more
Got a toolie by my side I'm a spray it on their door
Call me f*ckin Rambo I'm a go pop pop pop
Go and talk your shit I'm a hit all these shots
Speeding down your block got a loaded up beretta
She be riding all night cuz I know be better
HA HA
Lil bitch yeah I pop it off
Drop top the whip you cant rock with us
Take mine no rest so what the f*ck is up
Pop out with that pistol then I hit you with that double pump
Cause you know I got bands up in my pocket like monopoly
Shawty I just want to f*ck don't talk about no astrology
He said he can keep up with my flow boy that's comedy
HA HA
Lil bitch yeah I pop it off
Drop top the whip you cant rock with us
Take mine no rest so what the f*ck is up
Pop out with that pistol then I hit you with that double pump
Got my cheese
Count it up no one two three
F*ck a hoe
Billy jean
Michael jack up in the scene
Its like they cannot believe when I go harder than the beat
Why you tapping out
I'm spazzing out
I'm turning up the heat
Bitch I'm better
Yeah my fit just like all black vendetta
Slid in my DM's and now I slide up in her center
Finna Band it up
I'm cashing out f*ck a love letter
Pussy boy thought he was something till I pulled up with berettas
HA HA
Lil bitch yeah I pop it off
Drop top the whip you cant rock with us
Take mine no rest so what the f*ck is up
Pop out with that pistol then I hit you with that double pump
Pop out at the party with my Blicky and my Glock
Said he talkin trash imma make that shit pop
Talkin bout pop imma pop all these xans
Said she wanna f*ck now where is your mans aye
Reckless talkin bout power now your headless
Why these f*ckin pussies tryna talk they are ruthless
These f*ckers wanna fight they came back for more
Got a toolie by my side I'm a spray it on their door
Call me f*ckin Rambo I'm a go pop pop pop
Go and talk your shit I'm a hit all these shots
Speeding down your block got a loaded up beretta
She be riding all night cuz I know be better
HA HA
Lil bitch yeah I pop it off
Drop top the whip you cant rock with us
Take mine no rest so what the f*ck is up
Pop out with that pistol then I hit you with that double pump
Writer: Roy Kim
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid