Lyrics

Huh Who run it Let me get straight to it Ima get straight to it Ima keep it real Fuck Gee Fuck JL And Fuck that nigga Ceily In that specific order or however you wanna mix it up It don't matter to me Neimans Demons Neimans Demons Neimans Demons You niggas ain't nothing like me You niggas will never be nothing like me You can't do the shit that I do You hear me Do you hear me Yeah what 1100 Ready If we spin your block That shit going to end up deadly She fuck with the wok She doing her best to keep it steady I fuck too many hoes For one of them not to be petty This forty-five I carry heavy Hambo Hambo Hambo Mixing angles with the bape (mixing angles with the bape) Hambo Hambo Hambo Fucking bitches on the bus (Fucking bitches on the bus) Yeah I know that's my crush but I fucked her on the bus Man you niggas ain't seeing us (man you niggas ain't seeing us) Please don't run up and get touched Please don't run up and get brushed First off Ima tell you my niggas don't care It's a new opp in the air Tell them boys they need to come slide We goin to send them upstairs Pussy ass niggas they always goin to fold Know a lot of niggas that already done told None of you niggas was never my bros None of you niggas is standing ten toes That shit got me heated I told P fuck a treaty My nigga we ain't going to no meeting I know this one bitch broke my heart But now she crying she teething That old shit can't get it back My new bitch she cost a rack Giving out them heart attacks Not the store then get off my Sak Tell Jus don't think it safe We going to put you on a plate Cause you sent my mans up state On that day you sealed your fate Another child without a dad Hold on let me take that back Because I need to address the fact How your bitch in love with rats This shit personal ima keep it real We ain't never making amends I would give your bitch to one of my mans But she already been fucking my friends Please don't get me mad I couldn't wait to up this bitch Shooting til I hear click We going to put you on a shirt They going to be saying OMG what happened To him like Lil Durk I fucked this bitch way too many times Now her feelings hurt Two two threes they knocking through doors And they tearing spines Okay cause you snake and that I snake That don't make us slime Damn I'm really in my prime I don't have to wait on no woman because Im not on they time If I was invested in you That just means im off my grind Buying a new Rollie for my wrist Is how im spending time Im living way too proper No more noodles on the table We eating steak and lobster Spanish mami on my line she wanna do the coocaracha Please don't try us I am not no fucking boxer Will rock a nigga feeling like we at the Oscar's 1100 Ready If we spin your block That shit going to get deaddy She fuck with the wok Try to keep it steady I fuck too many hoes One of them gotta be petty This forty-five I carry heavy Hambo Hambo Hambo Mixing angles with the bape (mixing angles with the bape) Hambo Hambo Hambo Fucking bitches on the bus (Fucking bitches on the bus) Yeah I know that's my crush but I fucked her on the bus Man you niggas ain't seeing us (man you niggas ain't seeing us) Please don't run up and get touched Please don't run up and get rushed
Writer(s): Derrick Stephen Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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