Lyrics

Yeah Uh, uh, uh (Ayo, that's nickk) Yeah, uh-uh-uh Ha, yeah These niggas copy the wave My niggas, we made a way (yeah) Nigga, yeah, we been paid We ridin' 'round with Dracs, uh 'K hit his face, yeah (his face, yeah) Right in broad day (broad day) Lay it on the carpet Ride with a Carbon Niggas ridin' 'round with extended mag Yeah, them niggas mad, 'cause I'm in my bag (in my bag) If I drop that bag, they gon' get his ass (yeah) In that Trackhawk, that bitch really fast (really fast, yeah) Got a new ho, my new bitch, she bad (yeah, she bad) Seen his new ho, that lil' ho, she trash (that lil' ho, she trash) Bullets flyin' through the door, they gon' do him bad (do him bad) FN hit his dome, leave him in the past (in the past) Bitch, I'm in the O, Hellcat doin' the dash (doin' the dash) That boy, he a ho, he ain't gettin' no cash (gettin' no cash) That boy, he a joke, to the bank, I laugh (to the, uh) That boy cuffed that ho, that boy goin' out sad (yeah, uh-huh) These niggas copy the wave My niggas, we made a way (yeah) Nigga, yeah, we been paid We ridin' 'round with Dracs, uh 'K hit his face, yeah (his face, yeah) Right in broad day (broad day) Lay it on the carpet Ride with a Carbon Niggas ridin' 'round with extended mag Yeah, them niggas mad 'cause I'm in my bag (in my bag) If I drop that bag, they gon' get his ass (yeah) In that Trackhawk, that bitch really fast (really fast, yeah) And she bad, yeah That lil' ho, she trash, yeah
Writer(s): Chauncey Hollis, Rafeal X Brown, Chuckii Booker Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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