Don't tell me to pop out you sayin' your feelings is mixed with a bitch
So don't bring the cops out, I'm makin' my move, I'm takin' my shot
So don't let me drop out, I'm comin' your way, I'm needin' my phone
So turn on your hotspot, Yeah lil nigga get shot down
Don't call up or play
You know I'ma run it, I break away quick I'm countin' them hunnids
Four finger trigger, your brain like glitter make somethin' new like my name on a picture
You think it's too fast, you don't know how I'm comin
I pull off the lot like Dee-Bo I'm huntin', I'm shootin' my shot like a boss, I ain't runnin
I-T-N, bitch, say the word and we comin'
Makin' these plays like my name on the title
Say somethin' nice like your word is a Bible
Lil homie just mess around, don't bring the fake
Around Body for body, don't cap what you waitin' on
You not from my city, you just tryna stunt, throw up your hands and nobody will come
So f*ck out my way, let me get to the money don't come around here if you think you a dummy
Grabbin' my K and I'm lettin' it bang, Take out your noodles instead of your brain
Don't sleep on a nigga, I'm wastin' my time It's a problem round here, let me clean up my nine
Steppin' on necks, she grabbin' my tool she smooth like some butter, she wet as a pool
Call her my dime, she makin' it count, sweet as some honey, I'm winnin', no doubt
Let's get it, let's go, and I'm blowin' my smoke
Put your beams in the air, we toatin' that pole
Holdin' my head with a crown
I run on the beat like my name is 0riginal I float when I drive, when my vision too cynical
This a new town finna walk it around, Don't play with me, I got the heat
Don't step in the street, who you think you supposed to be
Nigga, you know I'm not average I'm wastin' my time, but I'm gettin' this bag in
Check my account and it's lookin' fantastic Show me a smile, so I'm throwin' all craps in
Throwin' all craps in
Throwin' all craps in
Don't tell me to pop out you sayin' your feelings is mixed with a bitch
So don't bring the cops out I'm makin' my move, I'm takin' my shot
So don't let me drop out I'm comin' your way, I'm needin' my phone
So turn on your hotspot Yeah lil nigga get shot down
Don't tell me to pop out you sayin' your feelings is mixed with a bitch
So don't bring the cops out I'm makin' my move, I'm takin' my shot
So don't let me drop out I'm comin' your way, I'm needin' my phone
So turn on your hotspot Yeah lil nigga get shot down
Yeah, nigga know it's B-Fra on the beat yeah I fell off, but I'm back on my feet
Nigga try to play me, but no, I ain't weak
Hell yeah, nigga, you can get your ass beat
Hell nah, nigga, I ain't givin' out smoke for free
It most definitely come with a fee, Nigga know he gotta pay me
And my whole damn team, and you know I never tell a lie on God
Yeah, this shit lame as f*ck on God, Hell yeah, nigga, I got the strap
What you wanna do?
F*cking, click, clack
Know I push nigga shit way back, Yeah I'm on top
And you know I'm never gon' motherf*ck stop If a nigga play, then I might pop out
Walk around town like I get no f*cks What you wanna do? I'm in the V-8 too
Yeah, the bitch fast Got like 200 on the damn dash
Hell nah, my nigga, I ain't gon' crash play with my crew and we all gon' spaz
Yeah, I-T-N, we up in the score play with my crew and we givin' some more
Yeah, pussy nigga, I ain't no hoe
Pressure exotic, is all that I smoke
Flippin' the pack and we makin' it back
Yeah my nigga, I got the goddamn strap
Hell nah, my nigga, I ain't gon' lack
Hell nah, B-Fra never f*ckin' slacking
Hell nah, pistol motherf*ckin', yeah, packin
And I'm f*ckin' your bitch from the back end
Let's go
Don't tell me to pop out you sayin' your feelings is mixed with a bitch
So don't bring the cops out I'm makin' my move, I'm takin' my shot
So don't let me drop out I'm comin' your way, I'm needin' my phone
So turn on your hotspot, Yeah lil nigga get shot down
Don't tell me to pop out You sayin' your feelings is mixed with a bitch
So don't bring the cops out I'm makin' my move, I'm takin' my shot
So don't let me drop out I'm comin' your way, I'm needin' my phone
So turnin' your hotspot, Yeah lil nigga get shot down
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Don't tell me to pop out you sayin' your feelings is mixed with a bitch
So don't bring the cops out, I'm makin' my move, I'm takin' my shot
So don't let me drop out, I'm comin' your way, I'm needin' my phone
So turn on your hotspot, Yeah lil nigga get shot down
Don't call up or play
You know I'ma run it, I break away quick I'm countin' them hunnids
Four finger trigger, your brain like glitter make somethin' new like my name on a picture
You think it's too fast, you don't know how I'm comin
I pull off the lot like Dee-Bo I'm huntin', I'm shootin' my shot like a boss, I ain't runnin
I-T-N, bitch, say the word and we comin'
Makin' these plays like my name on the title
Say somethin' nice like your word is a Bible
Lil homie just mess around, don't bring the fake
Around Body for body, don't cap what you waitin' on
You not from my city, you just tryna stunt, throw up your hands and nobody will come
So f*ck out my way, let me get to the money don't come around here if you think you a dummy
Grabbin' my K and I'm lettin' it bang, Take out your noodles instead of your brain
Don't sleep on a nigga, I'm wastin' my time It's a problem round here, let me clean up my nine
Steppin' on necks, she grabbin' my tool she smooth like some butter, she wet as a pool
Call her my dime, she makin' it count, sweet as some honey, I'm winnin', no doubt
Let's get it, let's go, and I'm blowin' my smoke
Put your beams in the air, we toatin' that pole
Holdin' my head with a crown
I run on the beat like my name is 0riginal I float when I drive, when my vision too cynical
This a new town finna walk it around, Don't play with me, I got the heat
Don't step in the street, who you think you supposed to be
Nigga, you know I'm not average I'm wastin' my time, but I'm gettin' this bag in
Check my account and it's lookin' fantastic Show me a smile, so I'm throwin' all craps in
Throwin' all craps in
Throwin' all craps in
Don't tell me to pop out you sayin' your feelings is mixed with a bitch
So don't bring the cops out I'm makin' my move, I'm takin' my shot
So don't let me drop out I'm comin' your way, I'm needin' my phone
So turn on your hotspot Yeah lil nigga get shot down
Don't tell me to pop out you sayin' your feelings is mixed with a bitch
So don't bring the cops out I'm makin' my move, I'm takin' my shot
So don't let me drop out I'm comin' your way, I'm needin' my phone
So turn on your hotspot Yeah lil nigga get shot down
Yeah, nigga know it's B-Fra on the beat yeah I fell off, but I'm back on my feet
Nigga try to play me, but no, I ain't weak
Hell yeah, nigga, you can get your ass beat
Hell nah, nigga, I ain't givin' out smoke for free
It most definitely come with a fee, Nigga know he gotta pay me
And my whole damn team, and you know I never tell a lie on God
Yeah, this shit lame as f*ck on God, Hell yeah, nigga, I got the strap
What you wanna do?
F*cking, click, clack
Know I push nigga shit way back, Yeah I'm on top
And you know I'm never gon' motherf*ck stop If a nigga play, then I might pop out
Walk around town like I get no f*cks What you wanna do? I'm in the V-8 too
Yeah, the bitch fast Got like 200 on the damn dash
Hell nah, my nigga, I ain't gon' crash play with my crew and we all gon' spaz
Yeah, I-T-N, we up in the score play with my crew and we givin' some more
Yeah, pussy nigga, I ain't no hoe
Pressure exotic, is all that I smoke
Flippin' the pack and we makin' it back
Yeah my nigga, I got the goddamn strap
Hell nah, my nigga, I ain't gon' lack
Hell nah, B-Fra never f*ckin' slacking
Hell nah, pistol motherf*ckin', yeah, packin
And I'm f*ckin' your bitch from the back end
Let's go
Don't tell me to pop out you sayin' your feelings is mixed with a bitch
So don't bring the cops out I'm makin' my move, I'm takin' my shot
So don't let me drop out I'm comin' your way, I'm needin' my phone
So turn on your hotspot, Yeah lil nigga get shot down
Don't tell me to pop out You sayin' your feelings is mixed with a bitch
So don't bring the cops out I'm makin' my move, I'm takin' my shot
So don't let me drop out I'm comin' your way, I'm needin' my phone
So turnin' your hotspot, Yeah lil nigga get shot down
So don't bring the cops out, I'm makin' my move, I'm takin' my shot
So don't let me drop out, I'm comin' your way, I'm needin' my phone
So turn on your hotspot, Yeah lil nigga get shot down
Don't call up or play
You know I'ma run it, I break away quick I'm countin' them hunnids
Four finger trigger, your brain like glitter make somethin' new like my name on a picture
You think it's too fast, you don't know how I'm comin
I pull off the lot like Dee-Bo I'm huntin', I'm shootin' my shot like a boss, I ain't runnin
I-T-N, bitch, say the word and we comin'
Makin' these plays like my name on the title
Say somethin' nice like your word is a Bible
Lil homie just mess around, don't bring the fake
Around Body for body, don't cap what you waitin' on
You not from my city, you just tryna stunt, throw up your hands and nobody will come
So f*ck out my way, let me get to the money don't come around here if you think you a dummy
Grabbin' my K and I'm lettin' it bang, Take out your noodles instead of your brain
Don't sleep on a nigga, I'm wastin' my time It's a problem round here, let me clean up my nine
Steppin' on necks, she grabbin' my tool she smooth like some butter, she wet as a pool
Call her my dime, she makin' it count, sweet as some honey, I'm winnin', no doubt
Let's get it, let's go, and I'm blowin' my smoke
Put your beams in the air, we toatin' that pole
Holdin' my head with a crown
I run on the beat like my name is 0riginal I float when I drive, when my vision too cynical
This a new town finna walk it around, Don't play with me, I got the heat
Don't step in the street, who you think you supposed to be
Nigga, you know I'm not average I'm wastin' my time, but I'm gettin' this bag in
Check my account and it's lookin' fantastic Show me a smile, so I'm throwin' all craps in
Throwin' all craps in
Throwin' all craps in
Don't tell me to pop out you sayin' your feelings is mixed with a bitch
So don't bring the cops out I'm makin' my move, I'm takin' my shot
So don't let me drop out I'm comin' your way, I'm needin' my phone
So turn on your hotspot Yeah lil nigga get shot down
Don't tell me to pop out you sayin' your feelings is mixed with a bitch
So don't bring the cops out I'm makin' my move, I'm takin' my shot
So don't let me drop out I'm comin' your way, I'm needin' my phone
So turn on your hotspot Yeah lil nigga get shot down
Yeah, nigga know it's B-Fra on the beat yeah I fell off, but I'm back on my feet
Nigga try to play me, but no, I ain't weak
Hell yeah, nigga, you can get your ass beat
Hell nah, nigga, I ain't givin' out smoke for free
It most definitely come with a fee, Nigga know he gotta pay me
And my whole damn team, and you know I never tell a lie on God
Yeah, this shit lame as f*ck on God, Hell yeah, nigga, I got the strap
What you wanna do?
F*cking, click, clack
Know I push nigga shit way back, Yeah I'm on top
And you know I'm never gon' motherf*ck stop If a nigga play, then I might pop out
Walk around town like I get no f*cks What you wanna do? I'm in the V-8 too
Yeah, the bitch fast Got like 200 on the damn dash
Hell nah, my nigga, I ain't gon' crash play with my crew and we all gon' spaz
Yeah, I-T-N, we up in the score play with my crew and we givin' some more
Yeah, pussy nigga, I ain't no hoe
Pressure exotic, is all that I smoke
Flippin' the pack and we makin' it back
Yeah my nigga, I got the goddamn strap
Hell nah, my nigga, I ain't gon' lack
Hell nah, B-Fra never f*ckin' slacking
Hell nah, pistol motherf*ckin', yeah, packin
And I'm f*ckin' your bitch from the back end
Let's go
Don't tell me to pop out you sayin' your feelings is mixed with a bitch
So don't bring the cops out I'm makin' my move, I'm takin' my shot
So don't let me drop out I'm comin' your way, I'm needin' my phone
So turn on your hotspot, Yeah lil nigga get shot down
Don't tell me to pop out You sayin' your feelings is mixed with a bitch
So don't bring the cops out I'm makin' my move, I'm takin' my shot
So don't let me drop out I'm comin' your way, I'm needin' my phone
So turnin' your hotspot, Yeah lil nigga get shot down
Writer: TayShaun Price, Brandon Frazier
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid