They ask me where I'm from
I think I was raised from above
Say I get it like they don't
Say that she do me too wrong
Say that it's her heart
She shop with me, in my bag, like it's instacart
It's just what it is
Dive in the money, it's where I swim
She wanna ask where I live
Gotta a lil place on the hill
I'm with my team, you don't play in my field
If I'm with my Glock than we ain't playing here
Hit it one night, it was off of the rip
Hit it all night, ain't wake up, as soon as I'm hitting like birds in the morning
Trip grab the wheel because I'll crash the foreign
Trip grab the wheel because you can afford
Check out the srt, lil bitch, ain't no ford
We in a big house, done built up a fort
She keep on asking for it
She want it so much
Hop in the rolls
I had to lower the tone
We get it like you don't
I give it to her I donate
Show her heaven and she scream oh lordy
I'm just asking, is you single shorty
Me and my bitch, we got a whole lot of tats on our body
We drive the whip like it's stolen, yeah
I'm on the rotors, and we stay pushing the motor
I push the fakes from around me, yeah
Kick out the fakes like karate
Yeah, she got a body shaped just like a barbie
That hoe don't float, she gon sink underwater
I'm in this little hoe, I'm in this daughter
I don't know nothing about it hoe
I'm putting 93 in it at texaco
I don't do my taxes but they look good
Mob tied my gang, like we should
Yeah, I'm always smoking and I'm reeking from it
Got killer love for my shoddy like Clyde and Bonnie
Up through the moon, I might see the horizon
If the sun out gotta put down my visor
Grinding the wordly wise
Yeah, the grain that we smoke get us high
Might take a right
If she hot
She's so wet ain't no tears
She like it up in there
She like it up in here
She get me up, she can't feel
She get me up, it's real
Head to the tropics in Rio
He had to drop on the v-lone
I had to drop on the D-note
I had to drop in that deep throat
I had to keep out the beef
There ain't no venice, no beef
I left, the vision with me
I left, the bitches with me
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They ask me where I'm from
I think I was raised from above
Say I get it like they don't
Say that she do me too wrong
Say that it's her heart
She shop with me, in my bag, like it's instacart
It's just what it is
Dive in the money, it's where I swim
She wanna ask where I live
Gotta a lil place on the hill
I'm with my team, you don't play in my field
If I'm with my Glock than we ain't playing here
Hit it one night, it was off of the rip
Hit it all night, ain't wake up, as soon as I'm hitting like birds in the morning
Trip grab the wheel because I'll crash the foreign
Trip grab the wheel because you can afford
Check out the srt, lil bitch, ain't no ford
We in a big house, done built up a fort
She keep on asking for it
She want it so much
Hop in the rolls
I had to lower the tone
We get it like you don't
I give it to her I donate
Show her heaven and she scream oh lordy
I'm just asking, is you single shorty
Me and my bitch, we got a whole lot of tats on our body
We drive the whip like it's stolen, yeah
I'm on the rotors, and we stay pushing the motor
I push the fakes from around me, yeah
Kick out the fakes like karate
Yeah, she got a body shaped just like a barbie
That hoe don't float, she gon sink underwater
I'm in this little hoe, I'm in this daughter
I don't know nothing about it hoe
I'm putting 93 in it at texaco
I don't do my taxes but they look good
Mob tied my gang, like we should
Yeah, I'm always smoking and I'm reeking from it
Got killer love for my shoddy like Clyde and Bonnie
Up through the moon, I might see the horizon
If the sun out gotta put down my visor
Grinding the wordly wise
Yeah, the grain that we smoke get us high
Might take a right
If she hot
She's so wet ain't no tears
She like it up in there
She like it up in here
She get me up, she can't feel
She get me up, it's real
Head to the tropics in Rio
He had to drop on the v-lone
I had to drop on the D-note
I had to drop in that deep throat
I had to keep out the beef
There ain't no venice, no beef
I left, the vision with me
I left, the bitches with me
I think I was raised from above
Say I get it like they don't
Say that she do me too wrong
Say that it's her heart
She shop with me, in my bag, like it's instacart
It's just what it is
Dive in the money, it's where I swim
She wanna ask where I live
Gotta a lil place on the hill
I'm with my team, you don't play in my field
If I'm with my Glock than we ain't playing here
Hit it one night, it was off of the rip
Hit it all night, ain't wake up, as soon as I'm hitting like birds in the morning
Trip grab the wheel because I'll crash the foreign
Trip grab the wheel because you can afford
Check out the srt, lil bitch, ain't no ford
We in a big house, done built up a fort
She keep on asking for it
She want it so much
Hop in the rolls
I had to lower the tone
We get it like you don't
I give it to her I donate
Show her heaven and she scream oh lordy
I'm just asking, is you single shorty
Me and my bitch, we got a whole lot of tats on our body
We drive the whip like it's stolen, yeah
I'm on the rotors, and we stay pushing the motor
I push the fakes from around me, yeah
Kick out the fakes like karate
Yeah, she got a body shaped just like a barbie
That hoe don't float, she gon sink underwater
I'm in this little hoe, I'm in this daughter
I don't know nothing about it hoe
I'm putting 93 in it at texaco
I don't do my taxes but they look good
Mob tied my gang, like we should
Yeah, I'm always smoking and I'm reeking from it
Got killer love for my shoddy like Clyde and Bonnie
Up through the moon, I might see the horizon
If the sun out gotta put down my visor
Grinding the wordly wise
Yeah, the grain that we smoke get us high
Might take a right
If she hot
She's so wet ain't no tears
She like it up in there
She like it up in here
She get me up, she can't feel
She get me up, it's real
Head to the tropics in Rio
He had to drop on the v-lone
I had to drop on the D-note
I had to drop in that deep throat
I had to keep out the beef
There ain't no venice, no beef
I left, the vision with me
I left, the bitches with me
Writer: Andrew Inman
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid