151
I get it done
I cannot talk
Bind to the cuffs
Right now
I hit the drum
You finna talk
I finna pop
I killing some
Down
Nine milli pump
Line for the jump
Look alive while you run
Drilling rounds
High in my love life, fire in the f*ck
But I know that confidence don't align with my life now
Ball off in this bitch, I put my all into this bitch
Call me I'm at the stu, grinding always on my shit
Pull up to a crib we having problems with a snitch
Wilding for a trick we'll tell my mom I hit a lick
Ten thousand wilding on me, and I don't even think that I got my wallet on me
I just popped some Tylenol 3, I hear your bitch from the back she be calling on me
Ten thousand wilding on me, and I don't even think that I got my wallet on me
I just popped some Tylenol 3, I hear your bitch from the back she be calling on me
This the type of beat of that make me drink a whole fifth
This he type of beat that make a crows go oh shit
This the type of beat that your girl just ain't gon dig
This the type of breath that end you up with more kids
Hundred thousand miles and we wilding
I think I just emptied out my wallet
Gave her my number cause we was f*ckin
It's already 8 am and she calling
Pull up and shoot, pop an addy maybe two
I got the loot, make that ass red like a fruit
I'm coming thru, funeral I got no suit
Y'all Gotta move, hold up bitch y'all gotta move
Ten thousand wilding on me, and I don't even think that I got my wallet on me
I just popped some Tylenol 3, I hear your bitch from the back she be calling on me
Ten thousand wilding on me, and I don't even think that I got my wallet on me
I just popped some Tylenol 3, I hear your bitch from the back she be calling on me
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151
I get it done
I cannot talk
Bind to the cuffs
Right now
I hit the drum
You finna talk
I finna pop
I killing some
Down
Nine milli pump
Line for the jump
Look alive while you run
Drilling rounds
High in my love life, fire in the f*ck
But I know that confidence don't align with my life now
Ball off in this bitch, I put my all into this bitch
Call me I'm at the stu, grinding always on my shit
Pull up to a crib we having problems with a snitch
Wilding for a trick we'll tell my mom I hit a lick
Ten thousand wilding on me, and I don't even think that I got my wallet on me
I just popped some Tylenol 3, I hear your bitch from the back she be calling on me
Ten thousand wilding on me, and I don't even think that I got my wallet on me
I just popped some Tylenol 3, I hear your bitch from the back she be calling on me
This the type of beat of that make me drink a whole fifth
This he type of beat that make a crows go oh shit
This the type of beat that your girl just ain't gon dig
This the type of breath that end you up with more kids
Hundred thousand miles and we wilding
I think I just emptied out my wallet
Gave her my number cause we was f*ckin
It's already 8 am and she calling
Pull up and shoot, pop an addy maybe two
I got the loot, make that ass red like a fruit
I'm coming thru, funeral I got no suit
Y'all Gotta move, hold up bitch y'all gotta move
Ten thousand wilding on me, and I don't even think that I got my wallet on me
I just popped some Tylenol 3, I hear your bitch from the back she be calling on me
Ten thousand wilding on me, and I don't even think that I got my wallet on me
I just popped some Tylenol 3, I hear your bitch from the back she be calling on me
I get it done
I cannot talk
Bind to the cuffs
Right now
I hit the drum
You finna talk
I finna pop
I killing some
Down
Nine milli pump
Line for the jump
Look alive while you run
Drilling rounds
High in my love life, fire in the f*ck
But I know that confidence don't align with my life now
Ball off in this bitch, I put my all into this bitch
Call me I'm at the stu, grinding always on my shit
Pull up to a crib we having problems with a snitch
Wilding for a trick we'll tell my mom I hit a lick
Ten thousand wilding on me, and I don't even think that I got my wallet on me
I just popped some Tylenol 3, I hear your bitch from the back she be calling on me
Ten thousand wilding on me, and I don't even think that I got my wallet on me
I just popped some Tylenol 3, I hear your bitch from the back she be calling on me
This the type of beat of that make me drink a whole fifth
This he type of beat that make a crows go oh shit
This the type of beat that your girl just ain't gon dig
This the type of breath that end you up with more kids
Hundred thousand miles and we wilding
I think I just emptied out my wallet
Gave her my number cause we was f*ckin
It's already 8 am and she calling
Pull up and shoot, pop an addy maybe two
I got the loot, make that ass red like a fruit
I'm coming thru, funeral I got no suit
Y'all Gotta move, hold up bitch y'all gotta move
Ten thousand wilding on me, and I don't even think that I got my wallet on me
I just popped some Tylenol 3, I hear your bitch from the back she be calling on me
Ten thousand wilding on me, and I don't even think that I got my wallet on me
I just popped some Tylenol 3, I hear your bitch from the back she be calling on me
Writer: Sina Darvishi
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid