I got your bitch in the back like some traffic She keep on pullin' my strings like guitars
I keep on f*ckin' on models while poppin' these bottles
I knew I would turn to a star Most of my life I inverted to poetry
Now I'm turnin' my story to bars I got three bitches, they singin' my songs
Man, they tryna whip on this dick like a car Watch how I split shit
And she wanna grind on my dick, do a kickflip I swear I really be buggin', I up shit
Then that is the end of discussion I got the town goin' crazy
I got three kids, I ain't callin' you baby Drivin' around in an old black Mercedes
She wanna drive like Miss Daisy passing' the bag in field like I'm Brady
I got the crack epidemic, no 80's Got hella guns, man, I feel like the Navy
Got something to prove, I can't lose like I'm Baby
She wanna, ride me Can't suck on this dick if you not with that
Sloppy She keep on callin' me papi, yo, mami
Ayy, ayy, ayy I stay goin' hard so they know who we are
From the beginning, I knew I was large Broski been brokey , but low-key
I honestly feel like these niggas be copying We at the top, ain't no toppin' it
Like, baby, I need me some bop in it Don't reach for the bag, there's a glock in it
Yeah, I'm pullin' strings just like a guitar Now I'm in space, I'm from Pluto to Mars
Just like the galaxy, know we some stars This that sauce, ha
Yeah, I know my mama, she proud of me Lookin' like I hit the lottery
Ain't no time for no apologies Yeah, I set the trend so they follow me
Now I'm in space, I'm from Pluto to Mars Just like the galaxy, know we some stars
This that sauce, ha Yeah, I know my mama, she proud of me
Lookin' like I hit the lottery Ain't no time for no apologies
Yeah, I set the trend so they follow me I got your bitch in the back like some traffic
She keep on pullin' my strings like guitars I keep on f*ckin' up models while poppin' these bottles
I knew I would turn to a star Most of my life, I inverted to poetry
Now I'm turnin' my story to bars I got three bitches, they singin' my songs
Man, they tryna whip on his dick like a car Watch how I split shit
And she wanna grind on my dick, do a kickflip That's why I really be buggin
I up shit, then that is the end of discussion I got the town goin' crazy
I got three kids, I ain't callin' you baby Drivin' around in an all-black Mercedes
She wanna drive like Ms. Daisy Passin' the bag in the field like I'm Brady
I got the crack epidemic, no 80's Got hella guns, man, I feel like the Navy
Got somethin' to prove I can't lose like I'm Baby
She wanna rob me Can't suck on this dick if you not with that sloppy
She keep on callin' me papi Yo, mami, ay, ay, ay
Ay, ay, ay, ay
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I got your bitch in the back like some traffic She keep on pullin' my strings like guitars
I keep on f*ckin' on models while poppin' these bottles
I knew I would turn to a star Most of my life I inverted to poetry
Now I'm turnin' my story to bars I got three bitches, they singin' my songs
Man, they tryna whip on this dick like a car Watch how I split shit
And she wanna grind on my dick, do a kickflip I swear I really be buggin', I up shit
Then that is the end of discussion I got the town goin' crazy
I got three kids, I ain't callin' you baby Drivin' around in an old black Mercedes
She wanna drive like Miss Daisy passing' the bag in field like I'm Brady
I got the crack epidemic, no 80's Got hella guns, man, I feel like the Navy
Got something to prove, I can't lose like I'm Baby
She wanna, ride me Can't suck on this dick if you not with that
Sloppy She keep on callin' me papi, yo, mami
Ayy, ayy, ayy I stay goin' hard so they know who we are
From the beginning, I knew I was large Broski been brokey , but low-key
I honestly feel like these niggas be copying We at the top, ain't no toppin' it
Like, baby, I need me some bop in it Don't reach for the bag, there's a glock in it
Yeah, I'm pullin' strings just like a guitar Now I'm in space, I'm from Pluto to Mars
Just like the galaxy, know we some stars This that sauce, ha
Yeah, I know my mama, she proud of me Lookin' like I hit the lottery
Ain't no time for no apologies Yeah, I set the trend so they follow me
Now I'm in space, I'm from Pluto to Mars Just like the galaxy, know we some stars
This that sauce, ha Yeah, I know my mama, she proud of me
Lookin' like I hit the lottery Ain't no time for no apologies
Yeah, I set the trend so they follow me I got your bitch in the back like some traffic
She keep on pullin' my strings like guitars I keep on f*ckin' up models while poppin' these bottles
I knew I would turn to a star Most of my life, I inverted to poetry
Now I'm turnin' my story to bars I got three bitches, they singin' my songs
Man, they tryna whip on his dick like a car Watch how I split shit
And she wanna grind on my dick, do a kickflip That's why I really be buggin
I up shit, then that is the end of discussion I got the town goin' crazy
I got three kids, I ain't callin' you baby Drivin' around in an all-black Mercedes
She wanna drive like Ms. Daisy Passin' the bag in the field like I'm Brady
I got the crack epidemic, no 80's Got hella guns, man, I feel like the Navy
Got somethin' to prove I can't lose like I'm Baby
She wanna rob me Can't suck on this dick if you not with that sloppy
She keep on callin' me papi Yo, mami, ay, ay, ay
Ay, ay, ay, ay
I keep on f*ckin' on models while poppin' these bottles
I knew I would turn to a star Most of my life I inverted to poetry
Now I'm turnin' my story to bars I got three bitches, they singin' my songs
Man, they tryna whip on this dick like a car Watch how I split shit
And she wanna grind on my dick, do a kickflip I swear I really be buggin', I up shit
Then that is the end of discussion I got the town goin' crazy
I got three kids, I ain't callin' you baby Drivin' around in an old black Mercedes
She wanna drive like Miss Daisy passing' the bag in field like I'm Brady
I got the crack epidemic, no 80's Got hella guns, man, I feel like the Navy
Got something to prove, I can't lose like I'm Baby
She wanna, ride me Can't suck on this dick if you not with that
Sloppy She keep on callin' me papi, yo, mami
Ayy, ayy, ayy I stay goin' hard so they know who we are
From the beginning, I knew I was large Broski been brokey , but low-key
I honestly feel like these niggas be copying We at the top, ain't no toppin' it
Like, baby, I need me some bop in it Don't reach for the bag, there's a glock in it
Yeah, I'm pullin' strings just like a guitar Now I'm in space, I'm from Pluto to Mars
Just like the galaxy, know we some stars This that sauce, ha
Yeah, I know my mama, she proud of me Lookin' like I hit the lottery
Ain't no time for no apologies Yeah, I set the trend so they follow me
Now I'm in space, I'm from Pluto to Mars Just like the galaxy, know we some stars
This that sauce, ha Yeah, I know my mama, she proud of me
Lookin' like I hit the lottery Ain't no time for no apologies
Yeah, I set the trend so they follow me I got your bitch in the back like some traffic
She keep on pullin' my strings like guitars I keep on f*ckin' up models while poppin' these bottles
I knew I would turn to a star Most of my life, I inverted to poetry
Now I'm turnin' my story to bars I got three bitches, they singin' my songs
Man, they tryna whip on his dick like a car Watch how I split shit
And she wanna grind on my dick, do a kickflip That's why I really be buggin
I up shit, then that is the end of discussion I got the town goin' crazy
I got three kids, I ain't callin' you baby Drivin' around in an all-black Mercedes
She wanna drive like Ms. Daisy Passin' the bag in the field like I'm Brady
I got the crack epidemic, no 80's Got hella guns, man, I feel like the Navy
Got somethin' to prove I can't lose like I'm Baby
She wanna rob me Can't suck on this dick if you not with that sloppy
She keep on callin' me papi Yo, mami, ay, ay, ay
Ay, ay, ay, ay
Writer: Brandon Baker, Jahmir Williams
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid