Lyrics

Ayy, turn me up Nin' (uh, uh, uh) Yeah, Lil Top (uh, buh, buh, buh) Ayy, we really in the streets with this shit boy (buh, buh) I can't trust nobody Bitch, I'ma shoot VP if anythin' go wrong (how you bummin'?) Shawty gave the drop and we popped and we popped (Yeah) Catch the other nigga, we gon' drop (we gon' drop, yeah) Pussy don't wanna do it with Don Dotta, yeah (they won't do it) Catch me prolly tourin' with them shottas, yeah Roll that dope up That nigga a bitch, I split his mans, yeah Check the scoreboard That's why he mad, them niggas lame, yeah Posted up, grave diggin' where that gang at? Lil Top, let's go Bitch, how you be talkin' when your man's dead? Bitch, blow your pole Scary ass, dirty in my past with these hunnid rolls Could teach a class with all these stacks, the way my money flows Yeah, I spent three-fifty and more just for my fuckin' Rolls Fuck, if it's two-fifty or more, I bet I bust his dome This that flexin' talk I just pulled this bitch from out the bank Now watch that Maybach, whoa Leave these bitches blind I'm so shine the way this Patek spark Rest out in the North, get my day one 'Wop, let that cutter off Pressure been applied Why I'm so up, it ain't my fuckin' fault Ah, yeah, I say bump it down Bust down, quit that talkin' out your head I took fifty pounds Flew that shit from Cali to that bay Bitch, don't turn around I say just go down, gimme head Police crackin' down Fuckin' beat that case, we bust his head So fuckin' slimy, nigga Check the climate, what ya read? It say, "A-I ballin', " it say, "A-I bust that nigga head" Get the drop up on 'em I got ten just for where he stand Do a pop up on 'em They gon' leave 'em stretched before I pay Shawty gave the drop and we popped and we popped (yeah) Catch the other nigga, we gon' drop (we gon' drop, yeah) Pussy don't wanna do it with Don Dotta, yeah (they won't do it) Catch me prolly tourin' with them shottas, yeah Roll that dope up That nigga a bitch, I split his mans, yeah Check the scoreboard That's why he mad, them niggas lame, yeah Posted up, grave diggin' where that gang at? Dig up your bro Bitch, how you be talkin' when your main's dead? Bitch, blow your pole Gave the drop and we popped and we popped 'em nigga They done showed up and we dropped, and we dropped 'em Pussy don't wanna do it with Don Dotta, with Don Dotta Catch me prolly tourin' with them shottas, with them shottas Nigga, ayy, I'm still flexin', still steppin I don't give a fuck (ayy, yeah, ayy YB, whatcha on nigga?) Don't know why a nigga be doin' all that ho ass shit (turn me up for) But you a gangsta though (yeah) I bet them niggas around you be lookin' at you Nigga, you a bird bitch, yeah I'm with the shit, you could suck my dick, nigga Gang shit, no lame shit You know what it is, play game, get your brain split (yeah, nigga) Free DDawg
Writer(s): Kentrell Gaulden, Neil Harris, Kevon Lewis Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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