Yeah
Yeah
C'mon
(Tears of joy)
Yeah
Yeah
Bitch I'm hot, just like a grill
I don't give a f*ck how you feel
In the back of the VIP, I'm going places where you can't sit
Yeah, I'm the shit, smelly with the gas honestly
Run off with your pack, robbery
Blade in your back, homicide
I see you playing from the other side
Talk down Ima pull up with that fye
I send a few shots, he up in the sky
Lil' bro I'm him, you not that guy
Finna take your bitch, she now my side
I came equipped with a long ass clip and a ARP, lil' glock 45
What's next, stomp him out on live
Push up and rev it, SRT, the red bitch
He want smoke, he gon' regret it
Lil' bro I was just counting fetti
In the back of the Cadillac president
I can't lack, better watch your back, go tic for tac, I recommend
Shut the f*ck up, I'll send you to hell
Damn, ugh, what's that smell
Smoking that loud finna hurt your ears like I'm finna yell, ugh
I send the pack through the mail, ugh
Free my bro, he out on bail
Had that thing on him, right in his cell
He crazy, you couldn't even tell
F*ck with gang, you might as well kill yourself
Why you rocking that Ferragamo
Cause I know you fear your mama
Why you stealing something that ain't real
Put the fye to his ear, in the summer
Bitch, I'm blowing up like Osama
Zero percent tint like Obama
Bro what you flexing, not a damn thing
Bitch I'm hot, just like a grill
I don't give a f*ck how you feel
In the back of the VIP, I'm going places where you can't sit
Yeah, I'm the shit, smelly with the gas honestly
Run off with your pack, robbery
Blade in your back, homicide
I see you playing from the other side
Talk down Ima pull up with that fye
I send a few shots, he up in the sky
Lil' bro I'm him, you not that guy
Finna take your bitch, she now my side
I came equipped with a long ass clip and a ARP, lil' glock 45
What's next, stomp him out on live
Bitch I'm hot, just like a grill
I don't give a f*ck how you feel
In the back of the VIP, I'm going places where you can't sit
Yeah, I'm the shit, smelly with the gas honestly
Run off with your pack, robbery
Blade in your back, homicide
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Yeah
Yeah
C'mon
(Tears of joy)
Yeah
Yeah
Bitch I'm hot, just like a grill
I don't give a f*ck how you feel
In the back of the VIP, I'm going places where you can't sit
Yeah, I'm the shit, smelly with the gas honestly
Run off with your pack, robbery
Blade in your back, homicide
I see you playing from the other side
Talk down Ima pull up with that fye
I send a few shots, he up in the sky
Lil' bro I'm him, you not that guy
Finna take your bitch, she now my side
I came equipped with a long ass clip and a ARP, lil' glock 45
What's next, stomp him out on live
Push up and rev it, SRT, the red bitch
He want smoke, he gon' regret it
Lil' bro I was just counting fetti
In the back of the Cadillac president
I can't lack, better watch your back, go tic for tac, I recommend
Shut the f*ck up, I'll send you to hell
Damn, ugh, what's that smell
Smoking that loud finna hurt your ears like I'm finna yell, ugh
I send the pack through the mail, ugh
Free my bro, he out on bail
Had that thing on him, right in his cell
He crazy, you couldn't even tell
F*ck with gang, you might as well kill yourself
Why you rocking that Ferragamo
Cause I know you fear your mama
Why you stealing something that ain't real
Put the fye to his ear, in the summer
Bitch, I'm blowing up like Osama
Zero percent tint like Obama
Bro what you flexing, not a damn thing
Bitch I'm hot, just like a grill
I don't give a f*ck how you feel
In the back of the VIP, I'm going places where you can't sit
Yeah, I'm the shit, smelly with the gas honestly
Run off with your pack, robbery
Blade in your back, homicide
I see you playing from the other side
Talk down Ima pull up with that fye
I send a few shots, he up in the sky
Lil' bro I'm him, you not that guy
Finna take your bitch, she now my side
I came equipped with a long ass clip and a ARP, lil' glock 45
What's next, stomp him out on live
Bitch I'm hot, just like a grill
I don't give a f*ck how you feel
In the back of the VIP, I'm going places where you can't sit
Yeah, I'm the shit, smelly with the gas honestly
Run off with your pack, robbery
Blade in your back, homicide
Yeah
C'mon
(Tears of joy)
Yeah
Yeah
Bitch I'm hot, just like a grill
I don't give a f*ck how you feel
In the back of the VIP, I'm going places where you can't sit
Yeah, I'm the shit, smelly with the gas honestly
Run off with your pack, robbery
Blade in your back, homicide
I see you playing from the other side
Talk down Ima pull up with that fye
I send a few shots, he up in the sky
Lil' bro I'm him, you not that guy
Finna take your bitch, she now my side
I came equipped with a long ass clip and a ARP, lil' glock 45
What's next, stomp him out on live
Push up and rev it, SRT, the red bitch
He want smoke, he gon' regret it
Lil' bro I was just counting fetti
In the back of the Cadillac president
I can't lack, better watch your back, go tic for tac, I recommend
Shut the f*ck up, I'll send you to hell
Damn, ugh, what's that smell
Smoking that loud finna hurt your ears like I'm finna yell, ugh
I send the pack through the mail, ugh
Free my bro, he out on bail
Had that thing on him, right in his cell
He crazy, you couldn't even tell
F*ck with gang, you might as well kill yourself
Why you rocking that Ferragamo
Cause I know you fear your mama
Why you stealing something that ain't real
Put the fye to his ear, in the summer
Bitch, I'm blowing up like Osama
Zero percent tint like Obama
Bro what you flexing, not a damn thing
Bitch I'm hot, just like a grill
I don't give a f*ck how you feel
In the back of the VIP, I'm going places where you can't sit
Yeah, I'm the shit, smelly with the gas honestly
Run off with your pack, robbery
Blade in your back, homicide
I see you playing from the other side
Talk down Ima pull up with that fye
I send a few shots, he up in the sky
Lil' bro I'm him, you not that guy
Finna take your bitch, she now my side
I came equipped with a long ass clip and a ARP, lil' glock 45
What's next, stomp him out on live
Bitch I'm hot, just like a grill
I don't give a f*ck how you feel
In the back of the VIP, I'm going places where you can't sit
Yeah, I'm the shit, smelly with the gas honestly
Run off with your pack, robbery
Blade in your back, homicide
Writer: Diego Molina, 1 Texaso
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid