Oh my god, T.A.G
Boy heads in the clip, man they trained for the attack
They start smokin' on them mids, make them get some fire threat
Hit the road with your bust, I'ma stuff it in her cat
Heal her stuff on one time, damn this nigga punchin' back
Gang lust, how the room gon' get away
You hear me scream, boy come here, best solution, duck your face
Red niggas in the wood, boy I'll take em to the face
You tryna die about that bitch, they need to snatch that nigga cake
I ain't talk about no wedding, but I walk around with cake
All the brothers struck her down, I done done and spilled the ace
You ain't tryna do no dick, tell a bitch get out my face
Shit f*cked, I see her, I be gettin' sent up
One large ass mom, man that gotta click up
Just f*ck the bad lil' bitch, cause I got big thugs
I put a 3-5 in his wood, but my blitz up
I got the lowest time to spend, if we miss he spend again
Mountin' out with that FN, trick I'm blowin' through your rim
How ironic, he was lit, then we talked him to a trim
Tryna tap a odd bitch, I think that bitch name is Rim
Keep your weak ass in the house, cause nigga I don't play with kids
I'm tryna clap out my cousin, I bet not catch me no D-Rick
Just call him then I'm on the rack
30 stick, this is not no dick, but I bust like clutch
All that show off, she gon' do what I f*ckin' say
Dior sneaks on my feet, but I can't bathe in they
Bitch I keep blowin' on my phone, I think these niggas gay
It ain't no question I got pogs, if I'm gon' spray
Don't surround myself around the mob, cause they don't play
Since I ain't bounce, I wear my Glock, I'm a dunk kid
I'm skimmin' FTO, it's f*cked up, I don't play
Hey what you starin' at, you in the function, me ain't muggin
I'm off the shrooms, bustin' hard, just thought I seen somethin
He think he throwin' hands, watch this how this bean bumpin
Toe chip, grab the striker, time to leave somethin
Bitch stop trippin' on my phone, I always believe in somethin
When we spend, we get em all, cause we ain't leavin' nothin
Girl you know you don't got pogs, you can stop clutchin
Man why you fakin' on the ground, know you ain't got nothin
Man why you lyin' to them hoes, knowin' you ain't shot nothin
Oh my bitch ain't tryna come, just watch this thot run
And then I kicked her out, crackin' hard through the south
Baby I ain't come to chill, please pull them doonies out
This f*ck a lil' opp bitch on the doonie couch
All these tuned up, please knock these loonies out
Freak bitch, crackin' to my song with her booty out
You smokin' mebs in real life, boy that's the booty pouch
I f*ckin' left that bitch alone, you ain't her booty up
Boy you trifle still, pass me that digi skill
Boy I'ma punch the damn trap till they ring the bell
I just sold a boat back, to my favorite head he did
Yeah some fire in my pocket baby can't you tell
And I'll snatch it off the glass like I'm clink a pill
Boy I'ma make you drift off if you try to trip
Just want some top from your bitch, I ain't can't trip
How you gon' use cash app, gang got zip
Thanks for watching
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English
Oh my god, T.A.G
Boy heads in the clip, man they trained for the attack
They start smokin' on them mids, make them get some fire threat
Hit the road with your bust, I'ma stuff it in her cat
Heal her stuff on one time, damn this nigga punchin' back
Gang lust, how the room gon' get away
You hear me scream, boy come here, best solution, duck your face
Red niggas in the wood, boy I'll take em to the face
You tryna die about that bitch, they need to snatch that nigga cake
I ain't talk about no wedding, but I walk around with cake
All the brothers struck her down, I done done and spilled the ace
You ain't tryna do no dick, tell a bitch get out my face
Shit f*cked, I see her, I be gettin' sent up
One large ass mom, man that gotta click up
Just f*ck the bad lil' bitch, cause I got big thugs
I put a 3-5 in his wood, but my blitz up
I got the lowest time to spend, if we miss he spend again
Mountin' out with that FN, trick I'm blowin' through your rim
How ironic, he was lit, then we talked him to a trim
Tryna tap a odd bitch, I think that bitch name is Rim
Keep your weak ass in the house, cause nigga I don't play with kids
I'm tryna clap out my cousin, I bet not catch me no D-Rick
Just call him then I'm on the rack
30 stick, this is not no dick, but I bust like clutch
All that show off, she gon' do what I f*ckin' say
Dior sneaks on my feet, but I can't bathe in they
Bitch I keep blowin' on my phone, I think these niggas gay
It ain't no question I got pogs, if I'm gon' spray
Don't surround myself around the mob, cause they don't play
Since I ain't bounce, I wear my Glock, I'm a dunk kid
I'm skimmin' FTO, it's f*cked up, I don't play
Hey what you starin' at, you in the function, me ain't muggin
I'm off the shrooms, bustin' hard, just thought I seen somethin
He think he throwin' hands, watch this how this bean bumpin
Toe chip, grab the striker, time to leave somethin
Bitch stop trippin' on my phone, I always believe in somethin
When we spend, we get em all, cause we ain't leavin' nothin
Girl you know you don't got pogs, you can stop clutchin
Man why you fakin' on the ground, know you ain't got nothin
Man why you lyin' to them hoes, knowin' you ain't shot nothin
Oh my bitch ain't tryna come, just watch this thot run
And then I kicked her out, crackin' hard through the south
Baby I ain't come to chill, please pull them doonies out
This f*ck a lil' opp bitch on the doonie couch
All these tuned up, please knock these loonies out
Freak bitch, crackin' to my song with her booty out
You smokin' mebs in real life, boy that's the booty pouch
I f*ckin' left that bitch alone, you ain't her booty up
Boy you trifle still, pass me that digi skill
Boy I'ma punch the damn trap till they ring the bell
I just sold a boat back, to my favorite head he did
Yeah some fire in my pocket baby can't you tell
And I'll snatch it off the glass like I'm clink a pill
Boy I'ma make you drift off if you try to trip
Just want some top from your bitch, I ain't can't trip
How you gon' use cash app, gang got zip
Thanks for watching
Boy heads in the clip, man they trained for the attack
They start smokin' on them mids, make them get some fire threat
Hit the road with your bust, I'ma stuff it in her cat
Heal her stuff on one time, damn this nigga punchin' back
Gang lust, how the room gon' get away
You hear me scream, boy come here, best solution, duck your face
Red niggas in the wood, boy I'll take em to the face
You tryna die about that bitch, they need to snatch that nigga cake
I ain't talk about no wedding, but I walk around with cake
All the brothers struck her down, I done done and spilled the ace
You ain't tryna do no dick, tell a bitch get out my face
Shit f*cked, I see her, I be gettin' sent up
One large ass mom, man that gotta click up
Just f*ck the bad lil' bitch, cause I got big thugs
I put a 3-5 in his wood, but my blitz up
I got the lowest time to spend, if we miss he spend again
Mountin' out with that FN, trick I'm blowin' through your rim
How ironic, he was lit, then we talked him to a trim
Tryna tap a odd bitch, I think that bitch name is Rim
Keep your weak ass in the house, cause nigga I don't play with kids
I'm tryna clap out my cousin, I bet not catch me no D-Rick
Just call him then I'm on the rack
30 stick, this is not no dick, but I bust like clutch
All that show off, she gon' do what I f*ckin' say
Dior sneaks on my feet, but I can't bathe in they
Bitch I keep blowin' on my phone, I think these niggas gay
It ain't no question I got pogs, if I'm gon' spray
Don't surround myself around the mob, cause they don't play
Since I ain't bounce, I wear my Glock, I'm a dunk kid
I'm skimmin' FTO, it's f*cked up, I don't play
Hey what you starin' at, you in the function, me ain't muggin
I'm off the shrooms, bustin' hard, just thought I seen somethin
He think he throwin' hands, watch this how this bean bumpin
Toe chip, grab the striker, time to leave somethin
Bitch stop trippin' on my phone, I always believe in somethin
When we spend, we get em all, cause we ain't leavin' nothin
Girl you know you don't got pogs, you can stop clutchin
Man why you fakin' on the ground, know you ain't got nothin
Man why you lyin' to them hoes, knowin' you ain't shot nothin
Oh my bitch ain't tryna come, just watch this thot run
And then I kicked her out, crackin' hard through the south
Baby I ain't come to chill, please pull them doonies out
This f*ck a lil' opp bitch on the doonie couch
All these tuned up, please knock these loonies out
Freak bitch, crackin' to my song with her booty out
You smokin' mebs in real life, boy that's the booty pouch
I f*ckin' left that bitch alone, you ain't her booty up
Boy you trifle still, pass me that digi skill
Boy I'ma punch the damn trap till they ring the bell
I just sold a boat back, to my favorite head he did
Yeah some fire in my pocket baby can't you tell
And I'll snatch it off the glass like I'm clink a pill
Boy I'ma make you drift off if you try to trip
Just want some top from your bitch, I ain't can't trip
How you gon' use cash app, gang got zip
Thanks for watching
Writer: YSN TM
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid