Lyrics

Said, like, free the Sweeps, like RIP Kev, like, free the top dogs, like You know how we be, like Fuck the opps, alright, die Woo Come here, come here (grrah, grrah, boom, grrah) Ayo, G He tried to run, but there's nowhere to go (grrah) And if you gonna slide, it's okay, let me know He ain't slick, he think that he low Better get out the way before I gotta throw Bad bitch shakin' her hips on the low That's Thunder Bklu, word to bro, I'm gettin' close Diddy can't breathe, caught a shot to the throat Like-like, what the fuck is a O? (Grrah) Said he gon' spin, I could bet you he don't He tryna flick but I bet you he won't Change the fit, put Prada all my clothes He tryna run, the knocker on his coat Where the Glos? (Grrah) I'm with Jay (grrah) Like, where the O's at? Lookin' for EK Spinning two deep, it's just me and my bae And I bet if I flick, I make the whole shit shake (boom) Clear the crowd out, nobody safe Keep shakin' her hips, she tryna be with gang 'Bout to flick near his bitch, just move her out the way Try-, try to dip, leave him nowhere to run to Beam on the G, why the fuck would I tussle? (Grrah) Get up close, gotta walk with the duffle Push up on twin, I bet you I still dust you Like-like, we got into a scuffle Lil' bro in the spot, gon' flock it if he want to I got knocks, it's no need to jump you Like, don't try to reach, I'ma done you I get active, I see why they mad Dougie B keep on dissin' 'til he see the MAC Like, we on the Sev, I don't know where they at Like, Thunder Bklu said I'm lying, that's cap (word to bro) Seen Gotti Bklu, go and ask He ain't come out his room, was talkin' to the staff That nigga pussy, like, word to my dead Like, DOA block got me fed Yo, I pray that I see Blu, I'ma make him see red And if bro throw a couple, bet you I throw next, like Shh, nigga, bet, like, nigga, I said what I said Fell in love with bendin' through the Sev Like, I bet, I flick faster 'cause one in the head Like, I bet, I flick faster, like (faster, like) He tried to run, but there's nowhere to go (grrah) And if you gonna slide, it's okay, let me know He ain't slick, he think that he low Better get out the way before I gotta throw Bad bitch shakin' her hips on the low That's Thunder Bklu, word to bro, I'm gettin' close Diddy can't breathe, caught a shot to the throat Like-like, what the fuck is a O? Said he gon' spin, I could bet you he don't He tryna flick, but I bet you he won't Change the fit, put Prada all my clothes He tryna run, the knocker on his coat Like, he tryna run Hey, come here, come here
Writer(s): Charles Forsberg, Shadon Burnell, J Kollie Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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