Lyrics

(Grr, grr, pow, pow, pow, pow) (Keep hard, keep hard, this shit man) (Savvy, you are a genius) I ain't never met a nigga make me feel like this (pow-pow) He make me wanna grab a glizzy and get on some drill shit (grr, grr, pow) With a Gucci feline on and a .50 and a clip Nigga steady fuckin' shit (pow, pow), I make my nigga park a whip Grr, grr, pow, pow, pow Bitch, yeah, we on your ass Here's my twin, he rock a mask, so I rock a mask There's my twin, so if he blast, then I gotta blast (baow, baow) Get out the corner, walk you down, we gon' keep your ass He-he used to rock a fade, he a dread head now Tatted all on the face, smell good, he fine I'ma throw this pussy back and let him kill it from the side I'ma ride for my nigga, yeah, I'ma do the time Ba-baby, take me on a drill, you know Sexyy down to slide I can tell that boy a demon, I can see it in his eyes I like him tall, dark and fine, you know pressure getting applied Jumping out, we hopping pieces, I'm like Bonnie, he my Clyde I ain't never met a nigga make me feel like this He make me wanna grab a glizzy and get on some drill shit With a Gucci feline on and a .50 and a clip Nigga steady fuckin' shit, I make my nigga park a whip Grr, grr, pow, pow, pow Bitch, yeah, we on your ass Here's my twin, he rock a mask, so I rock a mask There's my twin, so if he blast, then I gotta blast (I gotta blast) Get out the corner, walk you down, we gon' pop your ass You ain't never met a bitch that make you feel like this With a gangster attitude and a ass so fat I like a nigga with a chick, fuck him good and throw that neck If the law trunk's behind us then that bitch's ass gettin' straight You ain't never met a bitch that make you feel like this, huh Anytime he home when I be biting on his lips, huh You bitches telling, lying for my nigga, I flip sign There's my dawg, there's my dirty mama stepper, we got big gun You fuck with him, you fuck with me, knock that little girl off her feet Don't let these glasses fool you, ain't a thing about me sweet All your asses will get beat, put a pothole in your teeth Don't do no Instagram or tweet, we stand on business in these streets I ain't never met a nigga make me feel like this He make me wanna grab a glizzy and get on some drill shit With a Gucci feline on and a .50 and a clip Nigga steady fuckin' shit, I make my nigga park a whip Grr, grr, pow, pow, pow Bitch, yeah, we on your ass Here's my twin, he rock a mask, so I rock a mask There's my twin, so if he blast, then I gotta blast Get out the corner, walk you down, we gon' pop your ass
Writer(s): Janae Wherry Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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