Why niggas barkin at AB
Like i won't knock em
Off the planet
All this ice on my neck
I coulda sunk the titanic
Imma god fearin man
But these thoughts satanic
Steady dancin wit these bands
You woulda thought
I went tah gramblin
C notes
Blue strips
In my palms
Why he have tah diss me?
Now I'm f*ckin on his mom
Last name ain't James
But I'm feelin like lebron...
Or rick
I'm 94 plus 6
Lil bitch
Big mad
Cuz she can't get no kiss
I gotta daughter at home
I'm not tryna get her sick
That's facts
You niggas cap
This blower lookin like
A pretty bitch
Sittin on my lap
Let ah nigga do some yee shit
Imma f*ck around n black
Santa Claus in that suit
Nigga I'm runnin wit the sack
It ain't Christmas
My money different
Will god let me in heaven gates
If i died in my Christians
Listen closely
Stop sayin that you know me
We ain't homies
We ain't friends
We ain't cool
We ain't Brodie's
I'm too busy
Countin bands
I den got it
On my lonely
Voices inna nigga head
N they sayin
I'm the coldest
Bands
In my motherf*ckin pants
Make it hard for me ta dance
It was all in God's plan
I'm just doin
What i can
I just gotta thank the man
Yup yup
I got the bros yelling yup yup
I got the hoes yelling yup yup
I got on saying yup yup
Is that the reason
Why they jealous?
Or is it cuz my pockets swelled up?
Yup yup
I got the bros sayin yup yup
I got the hoes sayin yup yup
I got on saying yup yup
Is that the reason
Why they jealous?
Or is it cuz my pockets swelled up?
You must not know
I'm that dude
Lil nigga
Don't be rude lil nigga
I got somethin that ah knock you out To shoes lil nigga
I got niggas that ah pick pocket
Yo trues lil nigga
Donatello
I stay sippin on that ooze lil nigga
Aye
N you know this
My bitch got ah stick too
Hocus pocus
Half you niggas Stanley's
Y'all so bogus
Catch me in yo Bay Area
Nigga i aint from Oakland
I be swervin in the coupe lane ta lane
Yea I'm getting jiggy
Wit ah bad bitch
Good brains
We just had ah quickie
Knowin that ah stupid
Young nigga
Ah try ta get me
I just wake up every mornin
Tryin not to use this blicky
Ya dig me
I'm no tough guy
The Tec wit me 24/7
Welcome to Best Buy
I heard he said he hotter than me
He must be dumb high
It's crazy niggas wanna be down
But only sometimes
Yup yup
I got the bros yelling yup yup
I got the hoes yelling yup yup
I got on saying yup yup
Is that the reason
Why they jealous?
Or is it cuz my pockets swelled up?
Yup yup
I got the bros sayin yup yup
I got the hoes sayin yup yup
I got on saying yup yup
Is that the reason
Why they jealous?
Or is it cuz my pockets swelled up?
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Why niggas barkin at AB
Like i won't knock em
Off the planet
All this ice on my neck
I coulda sunk the titanic
Imma god fearin man
But these thoughts satanic
Steady dancin wit these bands
You woulda thought
I went tah gramblin
C notes
Blue strips
In my palms
Why he have tah diss me?
Now I'm f*ckin on his mom
Last name ain't James
But I'm feelin like lebron...
Or rick
I'm 94 plus 6
Lil bitch
Big mad
Cuz she can't get no kiss
I gotta daughter at home
I'm not tryna get her sick
That's facts
You niggas cap
This blower lookin like
A pretty bitch
Sittin on my lap
Let ah nigga do some yee shit
Imma f*ck around n black
Santa Claus in that suit
Nigga I'm runnin wit the sack
It ain't Christmas
My money different
Will god let me in heaven gates
If i died in my Christians
Listen closely
Stop sayin that you know me
We ain't homies
We ain't friends
We ain't cool
We ain't Brodie's
I'm too busy
Countin bands
I den got it
On my lonely
Voices inna nigga head
N they sayin
I'm the coldest
Bands
In my motherf*ckin pants
Make it hard for me ta dance
It was all in God's plan
I'm just doin
What i can
I just gotta thank the man
Yup yup
I got the bros yelling yup yup
I got the hoes yelling yup yup
I got on saying yup yup
Is that the reason
Why they jealous?
Or is it cuz my pockets swelled up?
Yup yup
I got the bros sayin yup yup
I got the hoes sayin yup yup
I got on saying yup yup
Is that the reason
Why they jealous?
Or is it cuz my pockets swelled up?
You must not know
I'm that dude
Lil nigga
Don't be rude lil nigga
I got somethin that ah knock you out To shoes lil nigga
I got niggas that ah pick pocket
Yo trues lil nigga
Donatello
I stay sippin on that ooze lil nigga
Aye
N you know this
My bitch got ah stick too
Hocus pocus
Half you niggas Stanley's
Y'all so bogus
Catch me in yo Bay Area
Nigga i aint from Oakland
I be swervin in the coupe lane ta lane
Yea I'm getting jiggy
Wit ah bad bitch
Good brains
We just had ah quickie
Knowin that ah stupid
Young nigga
Ah try ta get me
I just wake up every mornin
Tryin not to use this blicky
Ya dig me
I'm no tough guy
The Tec wit me 24/7
Welcome to Best Buy
I heard he said he hotter than me
He must be dumb high
It's crazy niggas wanna be down
But only sometimes
Yup yup
I got the bros yelling yup yup
I got the hoes yelling yup yup
I got on saying yup yup
Is that the reason
Why they jealous?
Or is it cuz my pockets swelled up?
Yup yup
I got the bros sayin yup yup
I got the hoes sayin yup yup
I got on saying yup yup
Is that the reason
Why they jealous?
Or is it cuz my pockets swelled up?
Like i won't knock em
Off the planet
All this ice on my neck
I coulda sunk the titanic
Imma god fearin man
But these thoughts satanic
Steady dancin wit these bands
You woulda thought
I went tah gramblin
C notes
Blue strips
In my palms
Why he have tah diss me?
Now I'm f*ckin on his mom
Last name ain't James
But I'm feelin like lebron...
Or rick
I'm 94 plus 6
Lil bitch
Big mad
Cuz she can't get no kiss
I gotta daughter at home
I'm not tryna get her sick
That's facts
You niggas cap
This blower lookin like
A pretty bitch
Sittin on my lap
Let ah nigga do some yee shit
Imma f*ck around n black
Santa Claus in that suit
Nigga I'm runnin wit the sack
It ain't Christmas
My money different
Will god let me in heaven gates
If i died in my Christians
Listen closely
Stop sayin that you know me
We ain't homies
We ain't friends
We ain't cool
We ain't Brodie's
I'm too busy
Countin bands
I den got it
On my lonely
Voices inna nigga head
N they sayin
I'm the coldest
Bands
In my motherf*ckin pants
Make it hard for me ta dance
It was all in God's plan
I'm just doin
What i can
I just gotta thank the man
Yup yup
I got the bros yelling yup yup
I got the hoes yelling yup yup
I got on saying yup yup
Is that the reason
Why they jealous?
Or is it cuz my pockets swelled up?
Yup yup
I got the bros sayin yup yup
I got the hoes sayin yup yup
I got on saying yup yup
Is that the reason
Why they jealous?
Or is it cuz my pockets swelled up?
You must not know
I'm that dude
Lil nigga
Don't be rude lil nigga
I got somethin that ah knock you out To shoes lil nigga
I got niggas that ah pick pocket
Yo trues lil nigga
Donatello
I stay sippin on that ooze lil nigga
Aye
N you know this
My bitch got ah stick too
Hocus pocus
Half you niggas Stanley's
Y'all so bogus
Catch me in yo Bay Area
Nigga i aint from Oakland
I be swervin in the coupe lane ta lane
Yea I'm getting jiggy
Wit ah bad bitch
Good brains
We just had ah quickie
Knowin that ah stupid
Young nigga
Ah try ta get me
I just wake up every mornin
Tryin not to use this blicky
Ya dig me
I'm no tough guy
The Tec wit me 24/7
Welcome to Best Buy
I heard he said he hotter than me
He must be dumb high
It's crazy niggas wanna be down
But only sometimes
Yup yup
I got the bros yelling yup yup
I got the hoes yelling yup yup
I got on saying yup yup
Is that the reason
Why they jealous?
Or is it cuz my pockets swelled up?
Yup yup
I got the bros sayin yup yup
I got the hoes sayin yup yup
I got on saying yup yup
Is that the reason
Why they jealous?
Or is it cuz my pockets swelled up?
Writer: Lenton Abram
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid, Songtrust Ave