Lyrics

I was gon slide on your block but I'm really not feelin it uh I do it any time that I want I juh hop ona beat And I really start killin it uh Gotta bad lil biddie don't know where she from But all I know that she is Dominican uh Hop on the beat and start killin it uh uhuh My bag imma get in it uh You cuffing that hoe but I been in it uhhh woah woah I think he lost his mind yeah I gotta chop for the crime yeah Hide and go seek imma find yeah I think that girl is a dime yeah Choppa gone hit at his spine yeah I hop on the beat and don't try yeah Im off of this perc slowly dying I ran up the bag u not my friend I where the my moncler wen it's shining Yeah I really made me a name You is not one that you claim Went thru the storm yuh I been thru the rain Ye it's The next gen Imma log off kuz I'm tired of textin I got a Glock in the back hit that boy with the Wesson Im finna hop on the beat you can hear the COMPRESSION What is with all the aggression That you show I got a scope I know you know I dont even care no more im finna go I ran up my racks and went buy me a coat Buy me a coat kuz I run this shit up Glock in the back and this shit finna buss Tryna be gang but he ain't one of us My diamonds yellow this shit like a bus I was gon fuck on yo hoe but I'm really not feelin it uh I fuck yo hoe and she feelin that uh Im off a perc and I'm feelin like uh Look at my wrist yeah this shit bright uh She said she love me I dont give a fuck Yeah yeah ha ha ha ha I was gon slide on your block but I'm really not feelin it uh I do it any time that I want I just hop ona beat And I really start killin it uh ELA Gotta bad lil biddie don't know where she from But all I know that she is Dominican uh Hop ona beat and start killin it uh uhuh My bag imma get in it uh You cuffin that hoe but I been in it uhhh woah woah ELA You cuffing that hoe but I been in it uh woahhh Man I fck from da back and she feelin it uh Cough cough cough woahhhh Man these bullets so big that it's fillin him up Got a 556 and we hitting his aunt Cant stop it he not about it I'm wit my gang so run up your pockets They all in my dms like lil bitch just drop ittt ELA woahh ELA woahhh ELA ELA Man I'm feelin like Kobe Make a Fuck Nigga O.D Man these Niggas don't know me Man I'm high off that O.C ELA ELA ELA ELA Gotta Glock and we pulling his face Make a fuck Nigga walked thru the rain Have a Fuck Nigga running like jace Keep fuckin wit me I might spitt in his face Man this Nigga so nasty i caught him listening to drake
Writer(s): Triston Graham Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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