Lyrics

Don't ask me no questions my guy, them niggas wildling We was all just vibing and then, they got to hollering I ain't want no parts of it tho, it got real violent Be damned if they fuck up this fit, lil bitch I'm styling I ain't even plan on this Drip-pin or this "Pimp-pin" Call out "JAAÈ" it's silence tho, I'm in the kitchen Damn right I put my paws on them guys, but in disguise Boy, you need to doctor that flow, go get the gauge like It's time time to rob, you niggas ain't posed to be here So far beyond the moon, the stars, that's word to B-Year Rocking with my nation so hard, that thought that Bey here And you know they fucking with JAAÈ, it ain't no Z here One eight hundred, niggas finna end up on da dateline Niggas weak, you know they folding when they gotta face time Fuck a clock, i'll rock a watch, you know I like to face time Pick ya poison, bite the apple, nope ain't talking "FaceTime" (Like) Fuck a bitch, and a nigga, plus the click You seen da flics, uh huh, go ahead and double click They bumping "THICCC!" In da clubs it's shuffling Ain't talking cupid when I tell 'em "Go and get to shuffling" I'm dropping flame, please somebody call the marshall Bitch, I drip, you know you'll never see shop at Marshall's I ain't accepting partial, cain't track me, ain't no parcel I be shining bright, and y'all dim, y'all niggas are dull (Like) Aha, wait... I gotta think I ain't into popping, only bands, up in the bank Know this slapping, think y'all mother-fuckers got a spank You ain't sipping? Oh I think y'all mother-fuckers need a drank I said You on idle My nigga I'm yo idol Remember when I used to go sing, tried out for "IDOL" Them crazy bars tho, lil bitch I really write those Niggas want the source, it's a pen, that really shock hoes Don't ask me no questions my guy, them niggas wildling We was all just vibing and then, they got to hollering I ain't want no parts of it tho, it got real violent Be damned if they fuck up this fit, lil bitch I'm styling I ain't even plan on this Drip-pin or this "Pimp-pin" Call out "JAAÈ" it's silence tho, I'm in the kitchen Damn right I put my paws on them guys, but in disguise Boy, you need to doctor that flow, go get the gauge like
Writer(s): J'son Mcclure Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
Get up to 2 months free of Apple Music
instagramSharePathic_arrow_out