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[ Featuring RØZAY ]

(Bitch, when is we f*cking again?)
Grahh
Grahh
(Why the f*ck did I have to find out by his friend)
Shit, I gotta pipe down
Almost caught me a new body to bury in the ground
Had it all planned out, we was gon creep up behind him and spill all his-
(We was gon what?)
W-We was gon spill his brains on the dirt
(Yeah logey, was finna be put on a shirt)
One bullet to the dome would be all it took
But I didn't wanna make huddy feel all shook
If I catch you, you better lay low
(Ayo RØZAY let's make this nigga float)
Too many dickheads they don't know how it goes
Keep that thing on me, cus I'm always gon tote
Gon catch me a new soul to fit in my pack
Lil niggas a pussy, he gon turn into the flash
Might as well run track, cus she always finding ways to f*cking run back
And this bitch got me bent
Why the f*ck did I have to find out by his friend
(Ooh)
Like, logey lemme know how my dick taste
(Haha)
But f*ck it imma kick it to-(RØZAY)
Big RØZAY when I come through yo block
(I got a chop and I'm aiming for your top)
I don't give a f*ck what that bitch had to say
F*ck, kick her to the curb out today
Gotta kick rocks you little bit-bitch
(You said slay so go ahead and do it)
Keep to the streets, yeah you can screw it
I got a grinder and I'm gonna roll
Where my weed?, nigga where my dough?
We gon get high in the sky
Rolling wit the honey dew, yo bitch on my phone
What it do?!
Hennessy got me bent
Bitch, when is we f*ckin again?
Like, if the pussy is good, I'ma spend
But, f*ck it, could kick it to Jenn
She a thootie, could tell by the walk(tell by the walk)
Sip Wock', can't even talk(can't even talk)
I can't help it, I stay in the stores
Bitch, I be totin' in Christian Dior
It's Carter, dickhead
Like, I just met her, she told me she love me
Like, she just want money and dick
We in the spot, told her give me a kiss
I could taste all the Casamigos on her lips
And if she a ten, I let her hold my knocker
N-Nine shots in this gun, Ibaka
Shh-shh, don't know who shot 'em
Tryna shoot on this court, I bet Mdotty block 'em
Right, I'm in the spot with the Crippys
Right, I'm in the spot and I'm grippy
Like, please don't eye me in this party
Always feel safe when I know Star be with me
Like, off the Wocky, l'm drippy
Right, off the D'USSÉ, I'm litty
I'm tryna party with all the thootetés
I got my face like all up in her titties
Damn
And this bitch got me bent
Why the f*ck did I have to find out by his friend
Like, logey lemme know how my dick tastes
But, f*ck it imma kick it to-(RØZAY)
Big RØZAY when I come through yo block
I got a chop and I'm aiming for your top
I don't give a f*ck what that bitch had to say
F*ck, kick her to the curb out today
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(Bitch, when is we f*cking again?)
Grahh
Grahh
(Why the f*ck did I have to find out by his friend)
Shit, I gotta pipe down
Almost caught me a new body to bury in the ground
Had it all planned out, we was gon creep up behind him and spill all his-
(We was gon what?)
W-We was gon spill his brains on the dirt
(Yeah logey, was finna be put on a shirt)
One bullet to the dome would be all it took
But I didn't wanna make huddy feel all shook
If I catch you, you better lay low
(Ayo RØZAY let's make this nigga float)
Too many dickheads they don't know how it goes
Keep that thing on me, cus I'm always gon tote
Gon catch me a new soul to fit in my pack
Lil niggas a pussy, he gon turn into the flash
Might as well run track, cus she always finding ways to f*cking run back
And this bitch got me bent
Why the f*ck did I have to find out by his friend
(Ooh)
Like, logey lemme know how my dick taste
(Haha)
But f*ck it imma kick it to-(RØZAY)
Big RØZAY when I come through yo block
(I got a chop and I'm aiming for your top)
I don't give a f*ck what that bitch had to say
F*ck, kick her to the curb out today
Gotta kick rocks you little bit-bitch
(You said slay so go ahead and do it)
Keep to the streets, yeah you can screw it
I got a grinder and I'm gonna roll
Where my weed?, nigga where my dough?
We gon get high in the sky
Rolling wit the honey dew, yo bitch on my phone
What it do?!
Hennessy got me bent
Bitch, when is we f*ckin again?
Like, if the pussy is good, I'ma spend
But, f*ck it, could kick it to Jenn
She a thootie, could tell by the walk(tell by the walk)
Sip Wock', can't even talk(can't even talk)
I can't help it, I stay in the stores
Bitch, I be totin' in Christian Dior
It's Carter, dickhead
Like, I just met her, she told me she love me
Like, she just want money and dick
We in the spot, told her give me a kiss
I could taste all the Casamigos on her lips
And if she a ten, I let her hold my knocker
N-Nine shots in this gun, Ibaka
Shh-shh, don't know who shot 'em
Tryna shoot on this court, I bet Mdotty block 'em
Right, I'm in the spot with the Crippys
Right, I'm in the spot and I'm grippy
Like, please don't eye me in this party
Always feel safe when I know Star be with me
Like, off the Wocky, l'm drippy
Right, off the D'USSÉ, I'm litty
I'm tryna party with all the thootetés
I got my face like all up in her titties
Damn
And this bitch got me bent
Why the f*ck did I have to find out by his friend
Like, logey lemme know how my dick tastes
But, f*ck it imma kick it to-(RØZAY)
Big RØZAY when I come through yo block
I got a chop and I'm aiming for your top
I don't give a f*ck what that bitch had to say
F*ck, kick her to the curb out today
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Writer: Henry Olatunde Fasheun, Javier Mercado, Jennifer Oghenekevwe Akpofure, Mohamed Camara, Zaire T. Rivera
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, O/B/O DistroKid, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC

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