Yeah, thirty-three, yeah
Aye, thirty-three, yeah
NMB, you know that's the f*cking team, MVP
I'm on that yeah, I'm back on that yeah
Aye cmon yeah, aye cmon
Aye, yeah
I'm on that hot shit
Pop out with mopstick
My opps get ran down and taught shit yeah
These niggas a sweet lick
I came up off bands quick
Cause my patna' throw slugs like he Mike Vick yeah
Bitch I be geeked up
I cannot hear ya'
Don't give a f*ck what you saying to me
This hoe a treesha
I cannot treat her right
Cause this bitch be playing with me
You got bucked fa' ya pole cause you trusted in me
Turn around let off shots swea I blow mo' than three
He keep dropping his lo but he running from me
NMB be the team swea that we MVP
I cant trip bout no bitch yea
I drop that dick yea
I tell that hoe get the f*ck out my face
These niggas be tender
Thats not my hoe tho I drop dat bitch or she gone be replaced
F*ck it we spinning his place
On god I camp top yo' base
Can't run from this shit get on feet you get chased
Yo ass ah' get waxed if you buck for this 8th
Stand on 10 with my kin bet not play you get faced
Bout some racks take you down for that jwett and yo' Chase
Coming round sweet as f*ck I might swipe you today
My lil' brudda' got loads get that pack off today
Swear that I drop dat pack I'm top trapper today
Aye, hundred rounds fyed' at that car
I swear that bitch won't make it far
I rock out play strings like guitar
Swear I'm dunking this bitch don't need lobs
Ain't bout' money bitch I'm not involved
These niggas broke as hell they not involved
I'm getting racks I walked in-
I'm getting racks I walked in fifty ball
My big brudda' swing that stick like it's golf
Jit' you tripping back up for u get lost
Nigga crazy tap his head he get mossed
Best look twice fa I come or you get crossed
Oh his wrist worth wat ?
Take it all
Bitch say she hurt
I don't care at all
Fully AR-P it jump like a frog
Ball like two-three
I'm jumping and all
Bout' my brudda' I might sit behind walls
If I don't get no bail all I ask is you call
Green tip put a pussy sleep melatonin
Bout' lil chris better know that I'm blowing
Bet not wife that hoe I know that she going
Caught a opp in a corner say that nigga then snowed in
Pussy
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Yeah, thirty-three, yeah
Aye, thirty-three, yeah
NMB, you know that's the f*cking team, MVP
I'm on that yeah, I'm back on that yeah
Aye cmon yeah, aye cmon
Aye, yeah
I'm on that hot shit
Pop out with mopstick
My opps get ran down and taught shit yeah
These niggas a sweet lick
I came up off bands quick
Cause my patna' throw slugs like he Mike Vick yeah
Bitch I be geeked up
I cannot hear ya'
Don't give a f*ck what you saying to me
This hoe a treesha
I cannot treat her right
Cause this bitch be playing with me
You got bucked fa' ya pole cause you trusted in me
Turn around let off shots swea I blow mo' than three
He keep dropping his lo but he running from me
NMB be the team swea that we MVP
I cant trip bout no bitch yea
I drop that dick yea
I tell that hoe get the f*ck out my face
These niggas be tender
Thats not my hoe tho I drop dat bitch or she gone be replaced
F*ck it we spinning his place
On god I camp top yo' base
Can't run from this shit get on feet you get chased
Yo ass ah' get waxed if you buck for this 8th
Stand on 10 with my kin bet not play you get faced
Bout some racks take you down for that jwett and yo' Chase
Coming round sweet as f*ck I might swipe you today
My lil' brudda' got loads get that pack off today
Swear that I drop dat pack I'm top trapper today
Aye, hundred rounds fyed' at that car
I swear that bitch won't make it far
I rock out play strings like guitar
Swear I'm dunking this bitch don't need lobs
Ain't bout' money bitch I'm not involved
These niggas broke as hell they not involved
I'm getting racks I walked in-
I'm getting racks I walked in fifty ball
My big brudda' swing that stick like it's golf
Jit' you tripping back up for u get lost
Nigga crazy tap his head he get mossed
Best look twice fa I come or you get crossed
Oh his wrist worth wat ?
Take it all
Bitch say she hurt
I don't care at all
Fully AR-P it jump like a frog
Ball like two-three
I'm jumping and all
Bout' my brudda' I might sit behind walls
If I don't get no bail all I ask is you call
Green tip put a pussy sleep melatonin
Bout' lil chris better know that I'm blowing
Bet not wife that hoe I know that she going
Caught a opp in a corner say that nigga then snowed in
Pussy
Aye, thirty-three, yeah
NMB, you know that's the f*cking team, MVP
I'm on that yeah, I'm back on that yeah
Aye cmon yeah, aye cmon
Aye, yeah
I'm on that hot shit
Pop out with mopstick
My opps get ran down and taught shit yeah
These niggas a sweet lick
I came up off bands quick
Cause my patna' throw slugs like he Mike Vick yeah
Bitch I be geeked up
I cannot hear ya'
Don't give a f*ck what you saying to me
This hoe a treesha
I cannot treat her right
Cause this bitch be playing with me
You got bucked fa' ya pole cause you trusted in me
Turn around let off shots swea I blow mo' than three
He keep dropping his lo but he running from me
NMB be the team swea that we MVP
I cant trip bout no bitch yea
I drop that dick yea
I tell that hoe get the f*ck out my face
These niggas be tender
Thats not my hoe tho I drop dat bitch or she gone be replaced
F*ck it we spinning his place
On god I camp top yo' base
Can't run from this shit get on feet you get chased
Yo ass ah' get waxed if you buck for this 8th
Stand on 10 with my kin bet not play you get faced
Bout some racks take you down for that jwett and yo' Chase
Coming round sweet as f*ck I might swipe you today
My lil' brudda' got loads get that pack off today
Swear that I drop dat pack I'm top trapper today
Aye, hundred rounds fyed' at that car
I swear that bitch won't make it far
I rock out play strings like guitar
Swear I'm dunking this bitch don't need lobs
Ain't bout' money bitch I'm not involved
These niggas broke as hell they not involved
I'm getting racks I walked in-
I'm getting racks I walked in fifty ball
My big brudda' swing that stick like it's golf
Jit' you tripping back up for u get lost
Nigga crazy tap his head he get mossed
Best look twice fa I come or you get crossed
Oh his wrist worth wat ?
Take it all
Bitch say she hurt
I don't care at all
Fully AR-P it jump like a frog
Ball like two-three
I'm jumping and all
Bout' my brudda' I might sit behind walls
If I don't get no bail all I ask is you call
Green tip put a pussy sleep melatonin
Bout' lil chris better know that I'm blowing
Bet not wife that hoe I know that she going
Caught a opp in a corner say that nigga then snowed in
Pussy
Writer: uhh Swift
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