Lyrics

I went and ran it the fuck up (what the fuck?) Most of these niggas, don't trust 'em, no I put my trust in my hundreds Ride with the toolie, I'm tuckin', woah These niggas not about nothin' (never) And that ho think that I love her, no "How many racks?" A couple Caught that boy lack, his ass in trouble (yeah) He in my pack, got hit with a nuzzle Pop me a flat, I'm doin' a couple My money fat, I'm makin' it double He wanna chat, get put in a bubble (yeah, yeah) I wanna crack, that bitch wanna cuddle (What, what?) That bitch, she bad, I give her my number (yeah) Blast, we turn that boy into rubble Blast, we turn that boy into- (what? Let's go) We turn that boy into nothin' I'ma turn none to- I'ma turn none to somethin' (yeah) Shootin', we havin' some fun Smokin' that boy like it's Runtz (yeah) After I fuck, lil' bitch, we are done Yeah, diamonds they shine like the sun Diamonds they shine like the- (what?), yeah Diamonds they shine like the- (go) I got the pack for the low (yeah) I brought the pack in the boat You wanna hang? Boy, get a rope (yeah) Shout-out my twizzy, my loc Guarantee he gettin' poked (bow) Guarantee he gettin' smoked (smoked) I went and ran it the fuck up (what the fuck?) Most of these niggas, don't trust 'em, no I put my trust in my hundreds Ride with the toolie, I'm tuckin', woah These niggas not about nothin' (never) And that ho think that I love her, no "How many racks?" A couple Caught that boy lack, his ass in trouble (yeah) He in my pack, got hit with a nuzzle Pop me a flat, I'm doin' a couple My money fat, I'm makin' it double He wanna chat, get put in a bubble (yeah, yeah) I wanna crack, that bitch wanna cuddle (What, what?) That bitch, she bad, I give her my number (yeah) Blast, we turn that boy into rubble (yeah)
Writer(s): Thomas Ross, George Kala, Javier Mercado, Amiri Dexter Chase Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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