Yeah, yeah, c'mon
I bring sand uh, uh
I bring sand to the beach
I fly bitches on em, yeah, up on a plane
Yeah, yeah
I bring sand to the beach
I fly hoes on a plane
You buy bitches naked pictures
How the f*ck you don't think you lame
Oversized Prada glasses
Block the sun, protect my face
Stupid bitch got blackout drunk
Around some strangers, then got raped
What the f*ck, he scaring the hoes bad
He Jason without the mask
What the f*ck, I then made 300 bands
Just sittin' off my ass
What the f*ck, I gotta clean my cash
I'm scammin' and sellin' bags
It ain't enough, gotta fall back
You actin' like a fan, you doin' too much
I don't like postin' on my page
Feel like my likes don't be enough
That sundress cool but I like it
When you wear them tights, that make it cuff
He ain't even make it to the precinct
He was talkin' when he got cuffed
Always been a fly nigga with them hoes
I ain't never cared about being tough
Niggas really cuffin' hoes and shit
It's me, I'm niggas
Bitch you not no prize
You got way too many bodies
At the Enterprise with fake ID
Let's get it poppin'
Add a auto primary to get my credit higher
Bitch, you still got that gut
What happened to that f*ckin' diet
This nigga broke, but don't want a job
You need to f*ckin' try it
Whoa, Cybertruck, sitting too high
Can't barely f*ckin' drive it
I'm in the Bahamas on an island
And I'm flyin' private
I bring sand to the beach
I fly hoes on a plane
You buy bitches naked pictures
How the f*ck you don't think you lame
Oversized Prada glasses
Block the sun, protect my face
Stupid bitch got blackout drunk
Around some strangers, then got raped
What the f*ck, he scaring the hoes bad
He Jason without the mask
What the f*ck, I then made 300 bands
Just sittin' off my ass
What the f*ck, I gotta clean my cash
I'm scammin' and sellin' bags
It ain't enough, gotta fall back
You actin' like a fan, you doin' too much
If I post her on my Insta
Then you know I like her
If I post her in a close friend's
Then I just one night her
I'm the shit like diaper
Roll the wood, get high as Eiffel
My potna said he got a striker
I'm tryin' to buy a striker
He found out his bitch was a piper
He went and grabbed a rifle
He threw his whole life away
Now his ass a lifer
He was a certified lover boy
He was not a fighter
He crashed out behind a bitch
That ain't care about the title
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Yeah, yeah, c'mon
I bring sand uh, uh
I bring sand to the beach
I fly bitches on em, yeah, up on a plane
Yeah, yeah
I bring sand to the beach
I fly hoes on a plane
You buy bitches naked pictures
How the f*ck you don't think you lame
Oversized Prada glasses
Block the sun, protect my face
Stupid bitch got blackout drunk
Around some strangers, then got raped
What the f*ck, he scaring the hoes bad
He Jason without the mask
What the f*ck, I then made 300 bands
Just sittin' off my ass
What the f*ck, I gotta clean my cash
I'm scammin' and sellin' bags
It ain't enough, gotta fall back
You actin' like a fan, you doin' too much
I don't like postin' on my page
Feel like my likes don't be enough
That sundress cool but I like it
When you wear them tights, that make it cuff
He ain't even make it to the precinct
He was talkin' when he got cuffed
Always been a fly nigga with them hoes
I ain't never cared about being tough
Niggas really cuffin' hoes and shit
It's me, I'm niggas
Bitch you not no prize
You got way too many bodies
At the Enterprise with fake ID
Let's get it poppin'
Add a auto primary to get my credit higher
Bitch, you still got that gut
What happened to that f*ckin' diet
This nigga broke, but don't want a job
You need to f*ckin' try it
Whoa, Cybertruck, sitting too high
Can't barely f*ckin' drive it
I'm in the Bahamas on an island
And I'm flyin' private
I bring sand to the beach
I fly hoes on a plane
You buy bitches naked pictures
How the f*ck you don't think you lame
Oversized Prada glasses
Block the sun, protect my face
Stupid bitch got blackout drunk
Around some strangers, then got raped
What the f*ck, he scaring the hoes bad
He Jason without the mask
What the f*ck, I then made 300 bands
Just sittin' off my ass
What the f*ck, I gotta clean my cash
I'm scammin' and sellin' bags
It ain't enough, gotta fall back
You actin' like a fan, you doin' too much
If I post her on my Insta
Then you know I like her
If I post her in a close friend's
Then I just one night her
I'm the shit like diaper
Roll the wood, get high as Eiffel
My potna said he got a striker
I'm tryin' to buy a striker
He found out his bitch was a piper
He went and grabbed a rifle
He threw his whole life away
Now his ass a lifer
He was a certified lover boy
He was not a fighter
He crashed out behind a bitch
That ain't care about the title
I bring sand uh, uh
I bring sand to the beach
I fly bitches on em, yeah, up on a plane
Yeah, yeah
I bring sand to the beach
I fly hoes on a plane
You buy bitches naked pictures
How the f*ck you don't think you lame
Oversized Prada glasses
Block the sun, protect my face
Stupid bitch got blackout drunk
Around some strangers, then got raped
What the f*ck, he scaring the hoes bad
He Jason without the mask
What the f*ck, I then made 300 bands
Just sittin' off my ass
What the f*ck, I gotta clean my cash
I'm scammin' and sellin' bags
It ain't enough, gotta fall back
You actin' like a fan, you doin' too much
I don't like postin' on my page
Feel like my likes don't be enough
That sundress cool but I like it
When you wear them tights, that make it cuff
He ain't even make it to the precinct
He was talkin' when he got cuffed
Always been a fly nigga with them hoes
I ain't never cared about being tough
Niggas really cuffin' hoes and shit
It's me, I'm niggas
Bitch you not no prize
You got way too many bodies
At the Enterprise with fake ID
Let's get it poppin'
Add a auto primary to get my credit higher
Bitch, you still got that gut
What happened to that f*ckin' diet
This nigga broke, but don't want a job
You need to f*ckin' try it
Whoa, Cybertruck, sitting too high
Can't barely f*ckin' drive it
I'm in the Bahamas on an island
And I'm flyin' private
I bring sand to the beach
I fly hoes on a plane
You buy bitches naked pictures
How the f*ck you don't think you lame
Oversized Prada glasses
Block the sun, protect my face
Stupid bitch got blackout drunk
Around some strangers, then got raped
What the f*ck, he scaring the hoes bad
He Jason without the mask
What the f*ck, I then made 300 bands
Just sittin' off my ass
What the f*ck, I gotta clean my cash
I'm scammin' and sellin' bags
It ain't enough, gotta fall back
You actin' like a fan, you doin' too much
If I post her on my Insta
Then you know I like her
If I post her in a close friend's
Then I just one night her
I'm the shit like diaper
Roll the wood, get high as Eiffel
My potna said he got a striker
I'm tryin' to buy a striker
He found out his bitch was a piper
He went and grabbed a rifle
He threw his whole life away
Now his ass a lifer
He was a certified lover boy
He was not a fighter
He crashed out behind a bitch
That ain't care about the title
Writer: ashton butler
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid