You already know how we f*ckin' rockin' man
"Ayeee Turn Up"
Forever on gang shit, never on lame shit
These niggas some bitches man, these niggas some hoes
Gotta let em know how this shit go
Let's go!!
Lame niggas, don't impress me, you probably told
If I ever step on gang shit, you know I'll never fold
When I'm steppin' out the house, monclear don't even got a coat
Cause a nigga out here and I'm feelin' really cold
And These bitches don't impress me, she just wanna sex me
When she see that Cartier, bet she gon' undress me
She think that she stress me, I tell that ho next please
Rudolph on my f*ckin' Glock, that bitch got a red beam
Every beat I hop on is so hot, just like you steppin' lava
If you was a opp, you probably got rolled up inside some grabba
Step inside the mall with this new tee, I gotta pop the collar
In and out the court, I got my nine, I feel like Igudola
Step outside the house, what I'm smokin' on that gross pack
When she step up in the crib, I tell her "where the throat at?"
Micheal Jordan 23, inside my pants it blow back
Every day I get that money, I'm that nigga, know dat
No nigga can hold me, I go left hand like Ginóbili
She throw back like oldies, mask on like a goalie
Im charged up like Broly, I'm ballin' like Kobe
These niggas ain't heard of you, not even remotely
This bitch tryna lock me up like she work with a police
Put a hole in his back its like a donut, holy moly
Yeah, you say you got all of this money, well, nigga, come show me
And you say you got all of them straps, well, nigga, come and blow me
"Boom, boom, boom" when we pull up on them, we shoot out our opps
If I wanna catch that nigga, I'll just throw his ass to thot
Bitch, we never gave a f*ck about you, we gon' let you rot
And this nigga playin' both sides, pick before you drop
If you wanna cop some merch, then click my bio in the shop
Bitch, this ain't a paid add I paid the gang to bring in Glocks
What I paid the game, my nigga, it's a whole lot of guap
Lebron 23, them 223s gon' knock him out his socks
YFN JAYYY, he do the rap shit like super hot
Got the BEMA spittin' fire while I'm pullin' off that lot
You seem like the type nigga that like to sit back pocket-watch
Freaky bitch inside a Nissan, she just switched to a Pasat
I don't know why niggas poppin' all this shit, they a facade
Bitch, I do this for my brother, that's the gang, Braedon Ahmad
Bitch, I'm out here with the gang, I'm like no savage with my mob
Bitch, I'm back and bitch, my pockets fat, but, you better not rob
You already know what the f*ck goin' on
YFN JAYYY in this hoe nigga
You already know how it go
Bitch
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You already know how we f*ckin' rockin' man
"Ayeee Turn Up"
Forever on gang shit, never on lame shit
These niggas some bitches man, these niggas some hoes
Gotta let em know how this shit go
Let's go!!
Lame niggas, don't impress me, you probably told
If I ever step on gang shit, you know I'll never fold
When I'm steppin' out the house, monclear don't even got a coat
Cause a nigga out here and I'm feelin' really cold
And These bitches don't impress me, she just wanna sex me
When she see that Cartier, bet she gon' undress me
She think that she stress me, I tell that ho next please
Rudolph on my f*ckin' Glock, that bitch got a red beam
Every beat I hop on is so hot, just like you steppin' lava
If you was a opp, you probably got rolled up inside some grabba
Step inside the mall with this new tee, I gotta pop the collar
In and out the court, I got my nine, I feel like Igudola
Step outside the house, what I'm smokin' on that gross pack
When she step up in the crib, I tell her "where the throat at?"
Micheal Jordan 23, inside my pants it blow back
Every day I get that money, I'm that nigga, know dat
No nigga can hold me, I go left hand like Ginóbili
She throw back like oldies, mask on like a goalie
Im charged up like Broly, I'm ballin' like Kobe
These niggas ain't heard of you, not even remotely
This bitch tryna lock me up like she work with a police
Put a hole in his back its like a donut, holy moly
Yeah, you say you got all of this money, well, nigga, come show me
And you say you got all of them straps, well, nigga, come and blow me
"Boom, boom, boom" when we pull up on them, we shoot out our opps
If I wanna catch that nigga, I'll just throw his ass to thot
Bitch, we never gave a f*ck about you, we gon' let you rot
And this nigga playin' both sides, pick before you drop
If you wanna cop some merch, then click my bio in the shop
Bitch, this ain't a paid add I paid the gang to bring in Glocks
What I paid the game, my nigga, it's a whole lot of guap
Lebron 23, them 223s gon' knock him out his socks
YFN JAYYY, he do the rap shit like super hot
Got the BEMA spittin' fire while I'm pullin' off that lot
You seem like the type nigga that like to sit back pocket-watch
Freaky bitch inside a Nissan, she just switched to a Pasat
I don't know why niggas poppin' all this shit, they a facade
Bitch, I do this for my brother, that's the gang, Braedon Ahmad
Bitch, I'm out here with the gang, I'm like no savage with my mob
Bitch, I'm back and bitch, my pockets fat, but, you better not rob
You already know what the f*ck goin' on
YFN JAYYY in this hoe nigga
You already know how it go
Bitch
"Ayeee Turn Up"
Forever on gang shit, never on lame shit
These niggas some bitches man, these niggas some hoes
Gotta let em know how this shit go
Let's go!!
Lame niggas, don't impress me, you probably told
If I ever step on gang shit, you know I'll never fold
When I'm steppin' out the house, monclear don't even got a coat
Cause a nigga out here and I'm feelin' really cold
And These bitches don't impress me, she just wanna sex me
When she see that Cartier, bet she gon' undress me
She think that she stress me, I tell that ho next please
Rudolph on my f*ckin' Glock, that bitch got a red beam
Every beat I hop on is so hot, just like you steppin' lava
If you was a opp, you probably got rolled up inside some grabba
Step inside the mall with this new tee, I gotta pop the collar
In and out the court, I got my nine, I feel like Igudola
Step outside the house, what I'm smokin' on that gross pack
When she step up in the crib, I tell her "where the throat at?"
Micheal Jordan 23, inside my pants it blow back
Every day I get that money, I'm that nigga, know dat
No nigga can hold me, I go left hand like Ginóbili
She throw back like oldies, mask on like a goalie
Im charged up like Broly, I'm ballin' like Kobe
These niggas ain't heard of you, not even remotely
This bitch tryna lock me up like she work with a police
Put a hole in his back its like a donut, holy moly
Yeah, you say you got all of this money, well, nigga, come show me
And you say you got all of them straps, well, nigga, come and blow me
"Boom, boom, boom" when we pull up on them, we shoot out our opps
If I wanna catch that nigga, I'll just throw his ass to thot
Bitch, we never gave a f*ck about you, we gon' let you rot
And this nigga playin' both sides, pick before you drop
If you wanna cop some merch, then click my bio in the shop
Bitch, this ain't a paid add I paid the gang to bring in Glocks
What I paid the game, my nigga, it's a whole lot of guap
Lebron 23, them 223s gon' knock him out his socks
YFN JAYYY, he do the rap shit like super hot
Got the BEMA spittin' fire while I'm pullin' off that lot
You seem like the type nigga that like to sit back pocket-watch
Freaky bitch inside a Nissan, she just switched to a Pasat
I don't know why niggas poppin' all this shit, they a facade
Bitch, I do this for my brother, that's the gang, Braedon Ahmad
Bitch, I'm out here with the gang, I'm like no savage with my mob
Bitch, I'm back and bitch, my pockets fat, but, you better not rob
You already know what the f*ck goin' on
YFN JAYYY in this hoe nigga
You already know how it go
Bitch
Writer: YFN JAYYY
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid