Huh I got bodies
Huh put 4 in the scotty
Im really mike tyson Im boxing
These niggas be sneaky no foxy
We finna air it out oh yea
We finna shoot it up on God
These niggas be broke they still at the mall
Not really a hooper but Im finna ball
You a You a bum nigga
I tote racks like 10 figures
Pop poppin shit like a trigger
Winnie the pooh like my name tiger
She she on dick like I figured
She on dick like I figured
He be mad my pockets better
She on dick like I
L-L Like I had to run it up
L-L Like I had to count it up
Like I had to go back when I was a broke I was so stuck
I-I I was hoopin now I'm rappin' ain't it funny how shit work
Bad like bitch she with the team going to the club then she gon twerk
These niggas be mad they never gon' lock in
Yo boyfriend a bird the way that he flocking
The pole on my hip so I'm never boxing
Yo girl ate the crew we love how she topping
Hit it from the back and I thought she was Jamaican
Takin' all these drugs I see the risk I'ma take it
He sayin' we got beef and he gon' kill me I'ma bake it
He sayin' he that guy he really him he not gon' make it
Forty-five hundred I spend on these jeans
We don't sip on the rum we sip on the lean
He was talkin' that shit he got caught with his beam
We pour wock out the leader my niggas be feins
These niggas not real they switch on the team
Put this bro in the sky we closin' the scene
I do what I want so I'm takin' his dream
This bitch is not mine this bitch is a fling
Wokkywtw - Figured (feat. UndergroundJoshh) Lyrics
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Huh I got bodies
Huh put 4 in the scotty
Im really mike tyson Im boxing
These niggas be sneaky no foxy
We finna air it out oh yea
We finna shoot it up on God
These niggas be broke they still at the mall
Not really a hooper but Im finna ball
You a You a bum nigga
I tote racks like 10 figures
Pop poppin shit like a trigger
Winnie the pooh like my name tiger
She she on dick like I figured
She on dick like I figured
He be mad my pockets better
She on dick like I
L-L Like I had to run it up
L-L Like I had to count it up
Like I had to go back when I was a broke I was so stuck
I-I I was hoopin now I'm rappin' ain't it funny how shit work
Bad like bitch she with the team going to the club then she gon twerk
These niggas be mad they never gon' lock in
Yo boyfriend a bird the way that he flocking
The pole on my hip so I'm never boxing
Yo girl ate the crew we love how she topping
Hit it from the back and I thought she was Jamaican
Takin' all these drugs I see the risk I'ma take it
He sayin' we got beef and he gon' kill me I'ma bake it
He sayin' he that guy he really him he not gon' make it
Forty-five hundred I spend on these jeans
We don't sip on the rum we sip on the lean
He was talkin' that shit he got caught with his beam
We pour wock out the leader my niggas be feins
These niggas not real they switch on the team
Put this bro in the sky we closin' the scene
I do what I want so I'm takin' his dream
This bitch is not mine this bitch is a fling
Huh put 4 in the scotty
Im really mike tyson Im boxing
These niggas be sneaky no foxy
We finna air it out oh yea
We finna shoot it up on God
These niggas be broke they still at the mall
Not really a hooper but Im finna ball
You a You a bum nigga
I tote racks like 10 figures
Pop poppin shit like a trigger
Winnie the pooh like my name tiger
She she on dick like I figured
She on dick like I figured
He be mad my pockets better
She on dick like I
L-L Like I had to run it up
L-L Like I had to count it up
Like I had to go back when I was a broke I was so stuck
I-I I was hoopin now I'm rappin' ain't it funny how shit work
Bad like bitch she with the team going to the club then she gon twerk
These niggas be mad they never gon' lock in
Yo boyfriend a bird the way that he flocking
The pole on my hip so I'm never boxing
Yo girl ate the crew we love how she topping
Hit it from the back and I thought she was Jamaican
Takin' all these drugs I see the risk I'ma take it
He sayin' we got beef and he gon' kill me I'ma bake it
He sayin' he that guy he really him he not gon' make it
Forty-five hundred I spend on these jeans
We don't sip on the rum we sip on the lean
He was talkin' that shit he got caught with his beam
We pour wock out the leader my niggas be feins
These niggas not real they switch on the team
Put this bro in the sky we closin' the scene
I do what I want so I'm takin' his dream
This bitch is not mine this bitch is a fling
Writer: Ej Carter
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid