Lyrics

Aye Its Jutty Jut by the way Me and Bih pump you know the vibe we slay Yes sir Right You know the vibe stay high Get lit hold up hold up Bih pump that's my slime Slimeball Aye we raw up in this Jawn Flexing Uh Going up like an elevator Remember days no food in the refrigerator Watching these slow pokes taking the escalator Jutty Jut guess what Got to get to the paper Me and Bih Pump said fuck all them haters All of these niggas they act like skaters Like they is rolling pussy ass niggas you folding Yes we stick to the code guess what that is my bro Uh Yeah We on froze Yes Like how it glow I fucked on your hoe guess what I'm switching these modes Never losing control guess what Like it is madden Get them packs flip it and grab it Jutty jut you know I stay thrashing Yeah Rap game a Pizza I just need a slice Taking my chances we rolling the dice I need a piece of the pie fuck a little hoe No time to reply What do you need I got supply Outfits be clean Mama use tide Tell them hoes I'm about to slide All of this drip need a drain Grind for a Dollar like Dame You better stay in your lane Igniting this shit yea I am sparking the flame Fuck a designer I'm dripping in H and M I need the plug fuck a little middle man Drink up the drink I'm getting a lil tipsy Ball on the field like a cub no ridley Is you fucking with me your not Answer no fuck Yo I'm getting that Gwap Yeah I am transforming they are calling me bumble bee Go I get bread that is my philosophy Don't like people staring I'm closing the curtain off a beat And I ain't working I am perking Ex bitch a Pokémon nicknamed her Squirtle She a freak put me up in a Merkle Break out the shell no turtle Pick up my hoodie Yeah I need that purple Sixty years old I been a savage I ain't claim that how that is way too much baggage I doubled my profit Flip my money high case Money go up fall down snowflake Iced Out pinky ring diamond finger lay Think about that bar yeah Imma be great Tired of being damn poor Ima go drip in Christian Dior All of this drink Imma pour Beat it up She probably sore I am a dog I want more How many times I take four For this shit I am a connoisseur Mazda engine I let that shit roar Catching some Z's when I snore I do this shit when I am bored I do this shit when I am bored Soon they gone book me for tours Yuh I been going crazy My eyes lazy I been smoking on the haze Told the bitch Yeah what you doing yeah you got my mind in a daze She hop on the side like she did the three sixty Like she was doing a kickflip The last dude that was talking down Yeah I left his ass with a big lip And you know I got that big clip shit look like banana Said she wanted to go shopping yeah I got those at cabana I need the dollar bill no Belichick Life is a movie I call Cinemax Keep it a hundred that's facts You said that you was popping your homie relaxed Yeah I'm pulling up with a tech Yuh this shit really gone wreck Yuh Yuh Watch for your neck Watch for your head I'm coming through and I am leaving you dead I left that bitch up on read I ain't got time for these hoes Unless you be giving me head Told that bitch hold up I'm sleep Wait going to bed Yeah I woke up in the morning I roll me a joint and I smoke it the fullest Bitch you know I walk into school I am always feeling the coolest Yuh I got the drip from my head to my toe Ooh Yuh whatchu know Knocking down obstacles Ooh Just like a domino Fucking these hoes and I'm never gone call again I get this money and I can go running man running man Running man Rubber band Running man I got this money it stretch like a rubber band Money gone stretch like elastic Uh Bitch I'm feeling fantastic Yuh Yuh Yuh Yuh Yuh Yuh Oh
Writer(s): Justin Ross Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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