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Brendan Jackson
Brendan Jackson
Songwriter
Jamariea Young-Anderson
Jamariea Young-Anderson
Songwriter
Gabriel King
Gabriel King
Songwriter

Lyrics

Ran it up so fast, I got my big brother a bag
I ain't trippin' off you pussy ****, I'ma throw that flag down
**** claim he rich and shit, I gotta blow that rag down
Go-kart in my whip, you hear that skirt, I like them drag sounds
Drag racing, baby squint her eyes thought she couldn't see
She just a bad blasian', brand new scientist
Can't make my mind, but I got mad franklin's
Big ol' lightnin' rocket, shock the pigs and turn they ass bacon
Pull up where he stay, by Granny crib, while he was grass rakin
Yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh
Fuck it, let's get to it
They say, Boa, man, just settle down, you too big of influence
You would think it's Madagascar, the way this chop be movin
I can't hang with folks that hang with ****, hangin' that shit gay
I can't bang with folks that bang with ****, y'all don't even bang and
If y'all do, y'all be confused, don't even know
What set to claim I don't even bang and
ill, still fuckin' bust a **** brain, ****
We is not the same, ****
Bitch ain't broke my heart, she just a thot that we ain't save, ****
Ain't no Bruno Mars, you walk away, this chop will rain, ****, I'm goated
I'm the Pres, of ****, shootin', man, I feel like Gregg Popovich
Shawty, don't say nothin' on that net, cause I will pop a bitch
Fuck the court, still in the field, but shoot like Stojaković
You would think my lil' homie a dog, the way he droppin' shit
FN Drac's and ruger clips, they know just how we rock with it
Ran it up so fast, I got my big brother a bag
I ain't trippin' off you pussy ****, I'ma throw that flag down
**** claim he rich and shit, I gotta blow that rag down
Go-kart in my whip, you hear that skirt, I like them drag sounds
Drag racin', baby squint her eyes thought she couldn't see
She just a bad blasian', brand new scientist
Can't make my mind, but I got Mad Franklin's
Big ol' lightnin' rocket, shock the pigs and turn they ass bacon
Pull up where he stay by Granny Crib, while he was grass rakin
Oh, this that cash rakin', fuck the state cause they won't let Joe go
I won't fuck a bitch from Frontdale, if she ain't clean head to toe
I got energy like Slatt and he the biggest five I know
Unc had been told me the game to, keep that latch up on that door
Can't be fuckin' with the opps if they intend to slime me out
They say I'm fire as a ho, that's why I changed my name to Doubt
And this demon got a devil right up in his driver's seat
These **** period as a pussy and they ain't built for no heat
Neck and wrist is Fiji, man, these **** can't defeat me
I'm feelin' like Jonh Ceni, swear you **** cannot see me
We pull up, we drop, I swear we pull up
What's poppin', we gon' pull up
A lot man, we don't fuck with ****, Oppin skirt
Bitch, I'm in that drag race, I pop out leave yo' ass in the dirt
**** mad at me, bout a bitch, cause I hit it first
I touch on her neck, on her shirt, then I lift her skirt
Ran it up so fast, I got my big brother a bag
I ain't trippin' off you pussy ****, I'ma throw that flag down
**** claim he rich and shit, I gotta blow that rag down
Go cart in my whip, you hear that skirt, I like them drag sounds
Drag racing, baby squint her eyes, thought she couldn't see
She just a bad blasian', brand new scientist
Can't make my mind, but I got Mad Franklin's
Big ol' lightning rocket, shock the pigs and turn they ass bacon
Pull up where he stay by granny crib while he was grass rakin
Written by: Brendan Jackson, Gabriel King, Jamariea Young-Anderson
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