(Sound, sound)
Yeah
(Shh, shh, shh, shh) Aye
Ok, uh huh, ok
Yeah
Ok I’m too turnt
Walk up in this bitch, fuck yo party
Man I’m too turnt (too)
Walk up in that motherfucker
Ok, I’m like you first
I know that’s his bitch, but she flockin’
Know he too hurt (ok)
Nothing like these niggas, I cannot be from this universe
Look, probably shouldn’t be driving
But she ride me like her Uber (who)
You keep posting pictures like yall poppin’
But we knew her
Really in my pocket, they can’t stop it
Niggas too hurt
I done stepped my numbers up
I came in with that new work
Poppin’ hoe I’m sick
But I still come through on my flu game (yeah)
Really left you niggas
Out the country with my nеw thang
I can’t beef with none of you lil’ niggas
I’m on new thangs (uh huh)
She had a choicе; it came down to us
What do you think (what you think man)
I can’t phony kick it with these niggas, I ain’t Liu Kang (ok)
I know that the gun don’t talk too much, but it do sang
(boom, boom, boom, boom)
Every time I’m on the track
I run it like I’m Usain (what you say)
You boys must be out your mind
I think you niggas insane
Ok I’m too turnt
Walk up in this bitch, fuck yo party
Man I’m too turnt
Walk up in that motherfucker
Ok, I’m like you first
I know that’s his bitch, but she flockin’
Know he too hurt
Nothing like these niggas, I cannot be from this universe
Yeah, I need all my flowers, I need some congratulations (big)
Niggas stole my sauce and they ran off, I ain’t complaining
(Let me get that back real quick)
You know ‘Ye got big, you know a nigga Super Saiyan (uh huh)
Lemonxde the coldest (look), he the one that you can’t play with
Look, it’s big vibes we up again (up)
Won 3 rounds I’m up again (up)
Niggas loud, we up again (up)
I stayed down, I’m up again (yeah)
They keep lying, up again (yeah)
Switching sides, up again (yeah)
Kobe how, KD how, scoring wow
I won again (wooo)
If she bad I’m cuffin’ it
If she down I’m up in it (yeah)
And them thighs an oven mitt (damn)
Supersize, I’m lovin’ it (shit)
What’s your size, I order it (yeah)
Sit courtside, I’m coaching it (yeah)
Fendi, Prada, Coaching it
And she coppin’ most of it
Hit the spa, we wake up (yeah)
Her hair tied, no makeup (yeah)
We had times that shaped us (yeah)
But look now, my weight up (yeah)
I don’t talk I speak facts (uh huh)
Niggas talk bout this that (uh huh)
I skip all the chit chat (yeah)
Yeah I’m on revenge and get backs
You too close girl get back
Cause I don’t even know you like that (no no)
You let ‘em hoe you like that (no)
No we can’t go, all of my foes get X and O’s
Running plays, nobody knows
I set the pick, shoes gon’ roll (aye)
Winning the chips, we bringing it home (aye, aye)
I’m baggin’ yo bitch, I’m baggin’ yo (aye, aye, aye)
I’m back at the crib, I’m back in my zone
I’m good by myself so leave me alone
No all in my face, when I’m at events
Sending me texts, all on my phone
If shawty is thick, I wanna know
Know I’m a dog and I need a bone
Wish you the best, ain’t no regrets
That’s just how it goes, woah
Yeah
(Shh, shh, shh, shh) Aye
Ok, uh huh, ok
Yeah
Ok I’m too turnt
Walk up in this bitch, fuck yo party
Man I’m too turnt (too)
Walk up in that motherfucker
Ok, I’m like you first
I know that’s his bitch, but she flockin’
Know he too hurt (ok)
Nothing like these niggas, I cannot be from this universe
Look, probably shouldn’t be driving
But she ride me like her Uber (who)
You keep posting pictures like yall poppin’
But we knew her
Really in my pocket, they can’t stop it
Niggas too hurt
I done stepped my numbers up
I came in with that new work
Poppin’ hoe I’m sick
But I still come through on my flu game (yeah)
Really left you niggas
Out the country with my nеw thang
I can’t beef with none of you lil’ niggas
I’m on new thangs (uh huh)
She had a choicе; it came down to us
What do you think (what you think man)
I can’t phony kick it with these niggas, I ain’t Liu Kang (ok)
I know that the gun don’t talk too much, but it do sang
(boom, boom, boom, boom)
Every time I’m on the track
I run it like I’m Usain (what you say)
You boys must be out your mind
I think you niggas insane
Ok I’m too turnt
Walk up in this bitch, fuck yo party
Man I’m too turnt
Walk up in that motherfucker
Ok, I’m like you first
I know that’s his bitch, but she flockin’
Know he too hurt
Nothing like these niggas, I cannot be from this universe
Yeah, I need all my flowers, I need some congratulations (big)
Niggas stole my sauce and they ran off, I ain’t complaining
(Let me get that back real quick)
You know ‘Ye got big, you know a nigga Super Saiyan (uh huh)
Lemonxde the coldest (look), he the one that you can’t play with
Look, it’s big vibes we up again (up)
Won 3 rounds I’m up again (up)
Niggas loud, we up again (up)
I stayed down, I’m up again (yeah)
They keep lying, up again (yeah)
Switching sides, up again (yeah)
Kobe how, KD how, scoring wow
I won again (wooo)
If she bad I’m cuffin’ it
If she down I’m up in it (yeah)
And them thighs an oven mitt (damn)
Supersize, I’m lovin’ it (shit)
What’s your size, I order it (yeah)
Sit courtside, I’m coaching it (yeah)
Fendi, Prada, Coaching it
And she coppin’ most of it
Hit the spa, we wake up (yeah)
Her hair tied, no makeup (yeah)
We had times that shaped us (yeah)
But look now, my weight up (yeah)
I don’t talk I speak facts (uh huh)
Niggas talk bout this that (uh huh)
I skip all the chit chat (yeah)
Yeah I’m on revenge and get backs
You too close girl get back
Cause I don’t even know you like that (no no)
You let ‘em hoe you like that (no)
No we can’t go, all of my foes get X and O’s
Running plays, nobody knows
I set the pick, shoes gon’ roll (aye)
Winning the chips, we bringing it home (aye, aye)
I’m baggin’ yo bitch, I’m baggin’ yo (aye, aye, aye)
I’m back at the crib, I’m back in my zone
I’m good by myself so leave me alone
No all in my face, when I’m at events
Sending me texts, all on my phone
If shawty is thick, I wanna know
Know I’m a dog and I need a bone
Wish you the best, ain’t no regrets
That’s just how it goes, woah
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