Lyrics
Slide with the gang
We outside bitch bop
Niggas all on my head
Bitches all on my top
West side baby coming from the top spot
You aint really from the city
Quit lying bitch stop
Never care what you was cause today you chopped
I got niggas that will pop we got blowers on the block
You aint never been an equal cus you always been a flop
You a bop You a Bop You a bop You a bop
Gimme what you got
On the Flo wit the knocks
You ain’t never met a bitty
from the city of the gods
I want it right now
No time to wait
Gotta make sure to put a nigga in his place
I got bread plates fast pace
i5 wit the P in the scrape
It’s a bag chase crash weights
Outside wit the Bs & the grapes
Ready or not
Here I come
How you wanna handle this
A fade or a drum
Neither one
You paid or you dumb
Pull up to the party wit blades in my thong
Cake in my lungs
I’m breaking 5 laws
Big trippin
I’m quick to get off
Yo nigga love me that is not my fault
Need a dollar every time my name is in yo mouth
Pause
Me the drama
Head full of trauma
And he better if he thinking it’s a problem
On God
Yeah Baby keep going full throttle
Put pussy in ya mouth like a bottle
Anything u need in a woman I got it
I dun woke him out a dream cus
I caint keep quietg
Inglewood bitch
I was born out of pocket
Not naan one nigga gon do a think about it
Yea
WRITERS
Christian Dacycuy Pascua, Anthony Baldonado, Jasmin Jerrai Barnett, Everett Ryan Cain, Justin Emanuel Harrington, Justin Marks, Amani Jalicia Moultrie
PUBLISHERS
Lyrics © Too Lost LLC
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