(Jordan, F*ck you)
Two twin Glocks
Got my mask, shiesty brrr
Car go brrrr
Fly like a bird, I pull up and swerve
He claim that he hate but he still finna serve
I told Yung JD these niggas gon switch up
Pass her around like a blunt or a swisher
Ride in fast cars more often than you
Gun go auto listen to the tune, huh
Cook on this shit, don't need autotune
Auto gon solve the lil' problem he make a tune
Auto gon pop him
Body chart no droppin
He fell
(Laughs)
He think that he popping
All black fit in a DMG whip
DMG DMG CREW posted up
DMG DMG getting them bucks
You fit trash and your team outta luck
Out with your bitch and she spilling the tea
He mad cause he couldn't bag that lil' bitch Tee
He spending his bag on a lame ass tee
He think that he swag
His lame ass zipper jeans
Fake Chrome hearts, he repping them reps
He said it's on sight
He better hit them reps
Money gym, pockets bulky
I'm on a diet I only want lettuce
F*ck it I cheat, bring a plate full of bread
She kinda playful but she is a fed
Unfaithful I pray when I go to bed
Wake up in the morning and I'm still a sinner
I'm still a WINNER
Surrounded by killers
Cold in the winter I'm changing the weather
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(Jordan, F*ck you)
Two twin Glocks
Got my mask, shiesty brrr
Car go brrrr
Fly like a bird, I pull up and swerve
He claim that he hate but he still finna serve
I told Yung JD these niggas gon switch up
Pass her around like a blunt or a swisher
Ride in fast cars more often than you
Gun go auto listen to the tune, huh
Cook on this shit, don't need autotune
Auto gon solve the lil' problem he make a tune
Auto gon pop him
Body chart no droppin
He fell
(Laughs)
He think that he popping
All black fit in a DMG whip
DMG DMG CREW posted up
DMG DMG getting them bucks
You fit trash and your team outta luck
Out with your bitch and she spilling the tea
He mad cause he couldn't bag that lil' bitch Tee
He spending his bag on a lame ass tee
He think that he swag
His lame ass zipper jeans
Fake Chrome hearts, he repping them reps
He said it's on sight
He better hit them reps
Money gym, pockets bulky
I'm on a diet I only want lettuce
F*ck it I cheat, bring a plate full of bread
She kinda playful but she is a fed
Unfaithful I pray when I go to bed
Wake up in the morning and I'm still a sinner
I'm still a WINNER
Surrounded by killers
Cold in the winter I'm changing the weather
Two twin Glocks
Got my mask, shiesty brrr
Car go brrrr
Fly like a bird, I pull up and swerve
He claim that he hate but he still finna serve
I told Yung JD these niggas gon switch up
Pass her around like a blunt or a swisher
Ride in fast cars more often than you
Gun go auto listen to the tune, huh
Cook on this shit, don't need autotune
Auto gon solve the lil' problem he make a tune
Auto gon pop him
Body chart no droppin
He fell
(Laughs)
He think that he popping
All black fit in a DMG whip
DMG DMG CREW posted up
DMG DMG getting them bucks
You fit trash and your team outta luck
Out with your bitch and she spilling the tea
He mad cause he couldn't bag that lil' bitch Tee
He spending his bag on a lame ass tee
He think that he swag
His lame ass zipper jeans
Fake Chrome hearts, he repping them reps
He said it's on sight
He better hit them reps
Money gym, pockets bulky
I'm on a diet I only want lettuce
F*ck it I cheat, bring a plate full of bread
She kinda playful but she is a fed
Unfaithful I pray when I go to bed
Wake up in the morning and I'm still a sinner
I'm still a WINNER
Surrounded by killers
Cold in the winter I'm changing the weather
Writer: Mbakiso Mpuchane
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid