I just brushed down, I watched like a chandelier Told the lil' bitch I'm pullin' up, a nice
Ringo 223s hit em' like a Roman Reigns Spear
Yeah, your bitch is in my favorite jeans Bit of Franklin and blues, that's my type of money
4'5, showin' on my hip, this my junkie money F*ck it, ain't a crap rapper, I was her favorite punk
Can't even put money on your hair, you better watch the junkies
Pull up with the baddest bitch, cause I'm showin' off Like a rocket, hit a foreign when it blast off
I'm tryna call up 9-12, watch your hand off Red Dead Redemption, we pullin' boys like a standoff
ACM don't need no bitch, he need some money Start at night, and keep walkin' till it's sunny
Ha-ha, Davis, when you saw him, it wasn't funny I'ma throw it off the glass, that's how the pain runnin
ACM Klay, I'm courier, that's easy money 240 milligrams a face, I'm a walkin' mami
27 Kool-Aid, now I'm gettin' clumsy MGS 63, I'm ridin' real comfy
Peanut butter times a Kool-Aid, that's real petrol We steady sippin' on that green Donatello
Grand team pull up to the scene, lookin' like a car show Painting perfect pictures, hangin' up like Picasso
Technical flag in the field, they got an overall Mixin' Kool-Aid and Milwaukee, now that's rocket fuel
Induction light, we build a night, makin' a mama kill Nigga, what it's been, call me Crash Bandicoot
Call it with a switch when they shoot, don't got no balls, but Nigga, thought I saw this, I'm lean, I told him some rubber tucks
My ma tryna crack me a bitch, call me McLovin' Got me a target, she beautiful, and she Russian
I'm a walkin' mami
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I just brushed down, I watched like a chandelier Told the lil' bitch I'm pullin' up, a nice
Ringo 223s hit em' like a Roman Reigns Spear
Yeah, your bitch is in my favorite jeans Bit of Franklin and blues, that's my type of money
4'5, showin' on my hip, this my junkie money F*ck it, ain't a crap rapper, I was her favorite punk
Can't even put money on your hair, you better watch the junkies
Pull up with the baddest bitch, cause I'm showin' off Like a rocket, hit a foreign when it blast off
I'm tryna call up 9-12, watch your hand off Red Dead Redemption, we pullin' boys like a standoff
ACM don't need no bitch, he need some money Start at night, and keep walkin' till it's sunny
Ha-ha, Davis, when you saw him, it wasn't funny I'ma throw it off the glass, that's how the pain runnin
ACM Klay, I'm courier, that's easy money 240 milligrams a face, I'm a walkin' mami
27 Kool-Aid, now I'm gettin' clumsy MGS 63, I'm ridin' real comfy
Peanut butter times a Kool-Aid, that's real petrol We steady sippin' on that green Donatello
Grand team pull up to the scene, lookin' like a car show Painting perfect pictures, hangin' up like Picasso
Technical flag in the field, they got an overall Mixin' Kool-Aid and Milwaukee, now that's rocket fuel
Induction light, we build a night, makin' a mama kill Nigga, what it's been, call me Crash Bandicoot
Call it with a switch when they shoot, don't got no balls, but Nigga, thought I saw this, I'm lean, I told him some rubber tucks
My ma tryna crack me a bitch, call me McLovin' Got me a target, she beautiful, and she Russian
I'm a walkin' mami
Ringo 223s hit em' like a Roman Reigns Spear
Yeah, your bitch is in my favorite jeans Bit of Franklin and blues, that's my type of money
4'5, showin' on my hip, this my junkie money F*ck it, ain't a crap rapper, I was her favorite punk
Can't even put money on your hair, you better watch the junkies
Pull up with the baddest bitch, cause I'm showin' off Like a rocket, hit a foreign when it blast off
I'm tryna call up 9-12, watch your hand off Red Dead Redemption, we pullin' boys like a standoff
ACM don't need no bitch, he need some money Start at night, and keep walkin' till it's sunny
Ha-ha, Davis, when you saw him, it wasn't funny I'ma throw it off the glass, that's how the pain runnin
ACM Klay, I'm courier, that's easy money 240 milligrams a face, I'm a walkin' mami
27 Kool-Aid, now I'm gettin' clumsy MGS 63, I'm ridin' real comfy
Peanut butter times a Kool-Aid, that's real petrol We steady sippin' on that green Donatello
Grand team pull up to the scene, lookin' like a car show Painting perfect pictures, hangin' up like Picasso
Technical flag in the field, they got an overall Mixin' Kool-Aid and Milwaukee, now that's rocket fuel
Induction light, we build a night, makin' a mama kill Nigga, what it's been, call me Crash Bandicoot
Call it with a switch when they shoot, don't got no balls, but Nigga, thought I saw this, I'm lean, I told him some rubber tucks
My ma tryna crack me a bitch, call me McLovin' Got me a target, she beautiful, and she Russian
I'm a walkin' mami
Writer: Adam Marzette
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid