FWM

Album: Lil Boat 2 (2018)
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  • Yeah, yeah
    Yeah, yeah, yeah

    Ridin' real deep, pussy nigga, and I'm too good
    AK no carbon fiber, bitch real wood
    Know some young niggas turned rich and is still hood
    Hop out the whip, get a glimpse of my new bitch
    White X6 and with a boost kit
    Playin' wit' the guap, that'll get your ends split
    Used to be broke eatin' jelly sandwich with the crust cut off
    Pump with the sawed-off

    Niggas around me go commando, yeah
    Ballin' two hoes in a Lambo, yeah
    Paint on the face like Rambo, yeah
    Tell me a place that I can't go, yeah
    Bitch tell your friend step it up
    Ain't no raw, bitch, we gon' wrap it up
    Pole game, tryna run it up
    Lock safe like a Brink's truck
    Fuck wit' me, fuck wit' me, fuck wit' me, yeah
    Yo' bitch, she just wanna fuck on me, yeah
    Clip on the hip like it's stuck on me, yeah
    It could get ugly, yeah
    Ridin' 'round town, drop top wit' the sizzurp
    Make her suck dick 'til get lip get a blister
    Send her back home so your bitch ass could kiss her
    Young nigga ball like a Sixer

    Young ass nigga, I don't even drink liquor
    I don't even pull up to the mixer
    I don't even want to fuck the bitch
    I do, but I know she gon' tell
    Hit from the back, her chain hit the headboard
    It sound like a bell
    Pussy nigga I repel
    Real niggas don't take L's
    Hop in the Bentley, the Maybach, the G-Wagon, nigga whatever
    Glockety tucked in the sweater, Osiris gon' pop it wherever
    Pellz gon' pop it wherever
    Lil' Baby gon' pop it wherever
    Stay out the mix, stay wit' a bitch in the whip
    Hellcat hit a flip
    Up it up wit' a chip
    Bitch nigga don't you send for me unless the check got it in for me
    Write it out to my industry
    The bitch lace front incomplete
    These niggas loco
    Hang wit' the cops, the McFoggel
    Bitch nigga I am a mogul

    Niggas around me go commando, yeah
    Ballin' two hoes in a Lambo, yeah
    Paint on the face like Rambo, yeah
    Tell me a place that I can't go, yeah
    Bitch tell your friend step it up
    Ain't no raw, bitch, we gon' wrap it up
    Pole game, tryna run it up
    Lock safe like a Brink's truck
    Fuck wit' me, fuck wit' me, fuck wit' me, yeah
    Yo' bitch, she just wanna fuck on me, yeah
    Clip on the hip like it's stuck on me, yeah
    It could get ugly, yeah
    Ridin' 'round town, drop top wit' the sizzurp
    Make her suck dick 'til get lip get a blister
    Send her back home so your bitch ass could kiss her
    Young nigga ball like a Sixer Writer/s: Isaac Earl Bynum, Miles Parks McCollum
    Publisher: Universal Music Publishing Group
    Lyrics licensed and provided by LyricFind

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