In real life hit R2 I'm spamming it
In his backyard where the tent we camping in
Just left the mall 20 racks I spent
And I'd do it again can't spin his block
We just sit 'cause it's a dead end
I used to play wide receiver sometimes the tight end
The way niggas dicksuck it's like you like men
I am a trend I don't follow trends
I'd rather be condemned before I make amends
You'd rather say you do instead of really getting it in
Niggas say I switched up I'm 'bout to switch again
It was really a fatality when bro finished him
It wasn't no sentences for no one I was sending in
Miss me with all that pick me shit bitch pick again
I damn near need a colder bitch I'm 'bout to pick again
I'm in the bed with 50 large you never had a 10
You drive an old foreign that's a senior immigrant
You should see my finishing animations
Bro said the bank was open I hit all net
After five shots in the same spot that is not a vest
It went in through his chin and came out his neck
Niggas sippin' fake wok that is not no tech
They apologized they wasn't familiar with my game
Can't come around if you ain't familiar with my gang
Air suspension I can't feel when I switch the lanes
It wouldn't matter if he bounced out in a cape
That is not gon' save him I don't care you send your music
I am not gon' play it I just make a lot of money I'm hardly saving
Bro mixed perc in the wok and a bar to chase
This bitch wanna eat ball sack 'cause she like my fragrance
In real life hitting R2 I'm spamming it
I love when the hams want beef let's make sandwiches
I slipped in with a neck brace and a matching wrist
75 percent true shooting I'm not gon' miss
In real life hit R2 I'm spamming it
In his backyard where the tent we camping in
Just left the mall 20 racks I spent
And I'd do it again can't spin his block
We just sit 'cause it's a dead end
I'm still grabbing maxs I started with the plus
Could have bought some dumps you went and bought some fake buffs
Strippers having spiritual experiences when we in the club
Let a nigga reach for these frames he goin' stay in the club
You can't play with me I'm in a different league
New year new offseason I'm in the same team
Bitch you ain't win a ship with me you can get a ring
It's 40 on my body
With like 20 stuffed in my jeans
I put up stats check the plaques it's lots of proof
Two million streams minus my feats niggas seen the truth
Paul Pierce in a wheelchair nigga I been the truth
Cabriolet I let the top down I never seen the roof
Coke
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In real life hit R2 I'm spamming it
In his backyard where the tent we camping in
Just left the mall 20 racks I spent
And I'd do it again can't spin his block
We just sit 'cause it's a dead end
I used to play wide receiver sometimes the tight end
The way niggas dicksuck it's like you like men
I am a trend I don't follow trends
I'd rather be condemned before I make amends
You'd rather say you do instead of really getting it in
Niggas say I switched up I'm 'bout to switch again
It was really a fatality when bro finished him
It wasn't no sentences for no one I was sending in
Miss me with all that pick me shit bitch pick again
I damn near need a colder bitch I'm 'bout to pick again
I'm in the bed with 50 large you never had a 10
You drive an old foreign that's a senior immigrant
You should see my finishing animations
Bro said the bank was open I hit all net
After five shots in the same spot that is not a vest
It went in through his chin and came out his neck
Niggas sippin' fake wok that is not no tech
They apologized they wasn't familiar with my game
Can't come around if you ain't familiar with my gang
Air suspension I can't feel when I switch the lanes
It wouldn't matter if he bounced out in a cape
That is not gon' save him I don't care you send your music
I am not gon' play it I just make a lot of money I'm hardly saving
Bro mixed perc in the wok and a bar to chase
This bitch wanna eat ball sack 'cause she like my fragrance
In real life hitting R2 I'm spamming it
I love when the hams want beef let's make sandwiches
I slipped in with a neck brace and a matching wrist
75 percent true shooting I'm not gon' miss
In real life hit R2 I'm spamming it
In his backyard where the tent we camping in
Just left the mall 20 racks I spent
And I'd do it again can't spin his block
We just sit 'cause it's a dead end
I'm still grabbing maxs I started with the plus
Could have bought some dumps you went and bought some fake buffs
Strippers having spiritual experiences when we in the club
Let a nigga reach for these frames he goin' stay in the club
You can't play with me I'm in a different league
New year new offseason I'm in the same team
Bitch you ain't win a ship with me you can get a ring
It's 40 on my body
With like 20 stuffed in my jeans
I put up stats check the plaques it's lots of proof
Two million streams minus my feats niggas seen the truth
Paul Pierce in a wheelchair nigga I been the truth
Cabriolet I let the top down I never seen the roof
Coke
In his backyard where the tent we camping in
Just left the mall 20 racks I spent
And I'd do it again can't spin his block
We just sit 'cause it's a dead end
I used to play wide receiver sometimes the tight end
The way niggas dicksuck it's like you like men
I am a trend I don't follow trends
I'd rather be condemned before I make amends
You'd rather say you do instead of really getting it in
Niggas say I switched up I'm 'bout to switch again
It was really a fatality when bro finished him
It wasn't no sentences for no one I was sending in
Miss me with all that pick me shit bitch pick again
I damn near need a colder bitch I'm 'bout to pick again
I'm in the bed with 50 large you never had a 10
You drive an old foreign that's a senior immigrant
You should see my finishing animations
Bro said the bank was open I hit all net
After five shots in the same spot that is not a vest
It went in through his chin and came out his neck
Niggas sippin' fake wok that is not no tech
They apologized they wasn't familiar with my game
Can't come around if you ain't familiar with my gang
Air suspension I can't feel when I switch the lanes
It wouldn't matter if he bounced out in a cape
That is not gon' save him I don't care you send your music
I am not gon' play it I just make a lot of money I'm hardly saving
Bro mixed perc in the wok and a bar to chase
This bitch wanna eat ball sack 'cause she like my fragrance
In real life hitting R2 I'm spamming it
I love when the hams want beef let's make sandwiches
I slipped in with a neck brace and a matching wrist
75 percent true shooting I'm not gon' miss
In real life hit R2 I'm spamming it
In his backyard where the tent we camping in
Just left the mall 20 racks I spent
And I'd do it again can't spin his block
We just sit 'cause it's a dead end
I'm still grabbing maxs I started with the plus
Could have bought some dumps you went and bought some fake buffs
Strippers having spiritual experiences when we in the club
Let a nigga reach for these frames he goin' stay in the club
You can't play with me I'm in a different league
New year new offseason I'm in the same team
Bitch you ain't win a ship with me you can get a ring
It's 40 on my body
With like 20 stuffed in my jeans
I put up stats check the plaques it's lots of proof
Two million streams minus my feats niggas seen the truth
Paul Pierce in a wheelchair nigga I been the truth
Cabriolet I let the top down I never seen the roof
Coke
Writer: Phillip Jordan
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid