Lyrics

Easy puffin' Xans, and now she wanna fuck, yeah 360, no scope, that's a tummy tuck, yeah Empty Henny bottles, yeah, I think I'm drunk But I'm still swervin' in a whip 'cause I don't give a fuck (Whoo! Whoo! Whoo!) How we do it, pop some Xans, now she wanna fuck 360, no scope, that's a tummy tuck, ay Empty Henny bottles, yeah, I think I'm drunk But I'm still swervin' in a whip 'cause I don't give a fuck, ay Who you think you is? I don't know you, yeah I know I'm lookin' pretty, dashin' on the Rodo, ay I know he wanna be like me, I give him kudos, yeah Yeah, my nigga in the back, he doin' judo, yeah Yeah, yeah, if she fuck with me, sorry, she ain't comin' back I know you just a square, you ain't worth a quarter of designer bags Of designer bags, of designer bags Boy, you just a squarе, you ain't quarter 'signer bags (Hey, hey, hey, hey) (Hey, hey, hey, hey) (Hey, hey, hey) We just, wе just, we just We just popped some Xans, now she wanna fuck, yeah 360, no scope, that's a tummy tuck, ay Empty Henny bottles, yeah, I think I'm drunk But I'm swervin' in a whip 'cause I don't give a fuck Yeah, we drug, pop some Xans, now she wanna fuck, ay 360, no scope, that's a tummy tuck, ay Empty Henny bottles, yeah, I think I'm drunk But I'm swervin' in a whip 'cause I don't give a fuck, ay I just need hundred grand Feelin' myself, I'm a stunner, man Look at my blood, that shit Louis V Look at yo' bitch, now she doin' me I ride on that bitch like Sophocles She quick with the lick in a robbery She spillin' the lean on my Robin jeans She just put that lean on my Robin jeans Yeah, yeah, if she fuck with me, sorry, she ain't comin' back I know you just a square, you ain't worth a quarter of designer bags Of designer bags, of designer bags Boy, you just a square, you ain't quarter 'signer bags (Hey, hey, hey, hey) (Hey, hey, hey, hey) (Hey, hey, hey)
Writer(s): Alban Cela Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
instagramSharePathic_arrow_out