Yeah
Damn
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Ride in this foreign and they take down my neck
Im finna walk down baguettes
Let me stop sipping this wok my gut
For I f*ck around and forget
And let this bitch quit callin my shit
She don't even know what she missing
And i'm bout as upfront as it gone get so why don't you quit talking just listen
Girl i'm tryna butter them biscuits
You calling won't leave me alone
And I know that you see these calls
So why don't you answer that phone
I'm off the loud and my gut it be hurting feel like it's never enough
And why does this bitch be playin wit a nigga
Swear they be pushing my buttons
Girl it's your nigga wanna see you
These niggas could never compete
And I know that they never could be me
When your around my heart skipping a beat
I ride around with flangers and draks but when I get home I be setting the tone
Get home you taking it off
That thang you got on I be on it
Type of flow wrip that floor
You a hoodrat thuggish I know it
All the bitches wanna know my name
On God and they getting ignored
To the point what you saying ain't important
And i'm knowing gotta up this game
Slanging good A student got brain
One more gon make it imma get you a ring
Say she like this life she wanna ride in the Benz
The trap don't be playing with niggas
You want a bag go ahead and go get it
This a colorful spread blue Benz
I pull out my wallet you on it
SRT it's fast gone floor it
Gone f*ck around and get us a home
Say Kylah I know that it's good
How these neighbors be knowing my name
Finna bust it she grabbing my chain
We could f*ck in the back of the range
If you messing with TYC
This dick is the mvp
Wanna ride in the Cherokee Jeep
Lil bust down bitch i'm fleek
Ion owe them niggas nun on me
I see demons and things in my dreams
Walk down finna walk on this beat
Walk down she start walking with me
Walking with me
Grabbing the bed frame
Grabbing the bed frame screaming my damn name
You know that you want it and I can't even blame you for it
Girl what is you running from
Know i'm knowing you up to something
They always gone want some from you
I'm already knowing it be bout the money
Hands all black from the runtz
I been smocking a chewing my honey
You lifting your arm shit musty
Finna ride around and clutch on this muzzle
Go down and this bitch is a monster
You is Kim but I know this shit possible
I got tats and chains on my arms
I could see you with anything you want
Damn
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Yeah
Damn
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Ride in this foreign and they take down my neck
Im finna walk down baguettes
Let me stop sipping this wok my gut
For I f*ck around and forget
And let this bitch quit callin my shit
She don't even know what she missing
And i'm bout as upfront as it gone get so why don't you quit talking just listen
Girl i'm tryna butter them biscuits
You calling won't leave me alone
And I know that you see these calls
So why don't you answer that phone
I'm off the loud and my gut it be hurting feel like it's never enough
And why does this bitch be playin wit a nigga
Swear they be pushing my buttons
Girl it's your nigga wanna see you
These niggas could never compete
And I know that they never could be me
When your around my heart skipping a beat
I ride around with flangers and draks but when I get home I be setting the tone
Get home you taking it off
That thang you got on I be on it
Type of flow wrip that floor
You a hoodrat thuggish I know it
All the bitches wanna know my name
On God and they getting ignored
To the point what you saying ain't important
And i'm knowing gotta up this game
Slanging good A student got brain
One more gon make it imma get you a ring
Say she like this life she wanna ride in the Benz
The trap don't be playing with niggas
You want a bag go ahead and go get it
This a colorful spread blue Benz
I pull out my wallet you on it
SRT it's fast gone floor it
Gone f*ck around and get us a home
Say Kylah I know that it's good
How these neighbors be knowing my name
Finna bust it she grabbing my chain
We could f*ck in the back of the range
If you messing with TYC
This dick is the mvp
Wanna ride in the Cherokee Jeep
Lil bust down bitch i'm fleek
Ion owe them niggas nun on me
I see demons and things in my dreams
Walk down finna walk on this beat
Walk down she start walking with me
Walking with me
Grabbing the bed frame
Grabbing the bed frame screaming my damn name
You know that you want it and I can't even blame you for it
Girl what is you running from
Know i'm knowing you up to something
They always gone want some from you
I'm already knowing it be bout the money
Hands all black from the runtz
I been smocking a chewing my honey
You lifting your arm shit musty
Finna ride around and clutch on this muzzle
Go down and this bitch is a monster
You is Kim but I know this shit possible
I got tats and chains on my arms
I could see you with anything you want
Damn
Damn
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Ride in this foreign and they take down my neck
Im finna walk down baguettes
Let me stop sipping this wok my gut
For I f*ck around and forget
And let this bitch quit callin my shit
She don't even know what she missing
And i'm bout as upfront as it gone get so why don't you quit talking just listen
Girl i'm tryna butter them biscuits
You calling won't leave me alone
And I know that you see these calls
So why don't you answer that phone
I'm off the loud and my gut it be hurting feel like it's never enough
And why does this bitch be playin wit a nigga
Swear they be pushing my buttons
Girl it's your nigga wanna see you
These niggas could never compete
And I know that they never could be me
When your around my heart skipping a beat
I ride around with flangers and draks but when I get home I be setting the tone
Get home you taking it off
That thang you got on I be on it
Type of flow wrip that floor
You a hoodrat thuggish I know it
All the bitches wanna know my name
On God and they getting ignored
To the point what you saying ain't important
And i'm knowing gotta up this game
Slanging good A student got brain
One more gon make it imma get you a ring
Say she like this life she wanna ride in the Benz
The trap don't be playing with niggas
You want a bag go ahead and go get it
This a colorful spread blue Benz
I pull out my wallet you on it
SRT it's fast gone floor it
Gone f*ck around and get us a home
Say Kylah I know that it's good
How these neighbors be knowing my name
Finna bust it she grabbing my chain
We could f*ck in the back of the range
If you messing with TYC
This dick is the mvp
Wanna ride in the Cherokee Jeep
Lil bust down bitch i'm fleek
Ion owe them niggas nun on me
I see demons and things in my dreams
Walk down finna walk on this beat
Walk down she start walking with me
Walking with me
Grabbing the bed frame
Grabbing the bed frame screaming my damn name
You know that you want it and I can't even blame you for it
Girl what is you running from
Know i'm knowing you up to something
They always gone want some from you
I'm already knowing it be bout the money
Hands all black from the runtz
I been smocking a chewing my honey
You lifting your arm shit musty
Finna ride around and clutch on this muzzle
Go down and this bitch is a monster
You is Kim but I know this shit possible
I got tats and chains on my arms
I could see you with anything you want
Damn
Writer: Caleb Meadows III
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid