Top Songs By Abu Batata
Credits
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Wessam Aljundi
Songwriter
Lyrics
See i ride out the city
Wit a honey looking pretty
Gotta shoota in the back of my s550
Keep a banger on me
I don't really trust much
Got a bm and an ex so it's fuck love
Hold up
Swear u got me fucked up
Keep it moving
Don't approach me
Get u touched up
Bitch Gimme my cake
Tired Of you liars
And I'm tired of you fakes
See Tired of y'all crying
Or you lying
On my name
Like I'm not
The hottest arab
Right now in the game
And That's on me
I got feds and they watching cuz they Want me
So I ride around the coupe
It's a drop top
In rich a neighborhood bitch so my Doors unlocked
They saying damn B why yo tummy Heavy But really that's just an Automatic Mothafuckin Semi
Hold up baby i Popped off
I'm the real deal
You a Knock off
No hoes
Now i give um lockjaw
Went from Joe Schmo
To being top dog
Baby I popped off
Baby I popped off
I popped
I popped off
I pull up like 5-6 deep
Make one call flex
Pull up creep
Hello hello
Tell me what yo name is
Dropped a couple videos on YouTube
Famous
Why u think ur girl and her friends Going crazy
Everytime I pull up in my city
In the cedes
Hold up
Why you talking
Ima need about 5k just to walk in
One wrong move and every shoota wit me brawling
No phone calls
Wire tapes get recorded
I got a friend name
Pablo One call pablo bring vatos
But pablo call me the head honcho
Cuz I ride around like one of the Sopranos
Baby I popped off
Hold up baby i Popped off
I'm the real deal
You a Knock off
No hoes
Now i give um lockjaw
Went from Joe Schmo
To being top dog
Baby I popped off
Baby I popped off
I popped
I popped off
Hold up baby i Popped off
I'm the real deal
You a Knock off
No hoes
Now i give um lockjaw
Went from Joe Schmo
To being top dog
Baby I popped off
Baby I popped off
Writer(s): Wessam Aljundi
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