I don't pillow talk to bitches, they just run around I don't box it out with niggas, I might gun em down
Yeah, my gang is sorta vicious, they might blow you down Casamigos with some Henny, have you on the ground
On the ground, on the floor, whatever Latto said Too many colors get you hit, that's what Vonno said
So I'm poppin' out, all black, yeah, that's facts Ain't no gettin' back, once he gone, yeah, that's wraps
Like a gift, get you wrapped F*ckin' on your bitch and she love get hit from back
I be in the jungle with lions, tigers, that's a fact I love the fast cars and you know we drive the Scats
I'm flee from Head to toe your bitch, she said she like my swag All this crazy shit I seen, got my mind f*ckin' tweakin
Put a cross up on my neck, uh, I need Jesus And I be fresh to death, like I'm outta freezer, yeah
I don't pillow talk to bitches, they just run around I don't box it out with niggas, I might gun em down
Yeah, my gang is sorta vicious, they might blow you down Casamigos with some Henny, have you on the ground
On the ground, on the floor, whatever Latto said Too many colors get you hit, that's what Vonno said
So I'm poppin' out, all black, yeah, that's facts Ain't no gettin' back, once he gone, yeah, that's wraps
On that ground, on that floor, pick your mans up I can't say too much, I said the wrong thing, niggas stood up
Back from the dead, like the presidents, count it up, zombify my blick pack-a-punch, I hit his mans up
Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha, okay, get him then Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha, okay, get him then
Pillow talkin' with the wrong bitches, got you set up Pillow talkin' with the wrong nigga, got you put up
I don't pillow talk to bitches, they just run around I don't box it out with niggas, I might gun em down
Yeah, my gang is sorta vicious, they might blow you down Casamigos with some Henny, have you on the ground
On the ground, on the floor, whatever Latto said Too many colors get you hit, that's what Vonno said
So I'm poppin' out, all black, yeah, that's facts Ain't no gettin' back, once he gone, yeah, that's wraps
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I don't pillow talk to bitches, they just run around I don't box it out with niggas, I might gun em down
Yeah, my gang is sorta vicious, they might blow you down Casamigos with some Henny, have you on the ground
On the ground, on the floor, whatever Latto said Too many colors get you hit, that's what Vonno said
So I'm poppin' out, all black, yeah, that's facts Ain't no gettin' back, once he gone, yeah, that's wraps
Like a gift, get you wrapped F*ckin' on your bitch and she love get hit from back
I be in the jungle with lions, tigers, that's a fact I love the fast cars and you know we drive the Scats
I'm flee from Head to toe your bitch, she said she like my swag All this crazy shit I seen, got my mind f*ckin' tweakin
Put a cross up on my neck, uh, I need Jesus And I be fresh to death, like I'm outta freezer, yeah
I don't pillow talk to bitches, they just run around I don't box it out with niggas, I might gun em down
Yeah, my gang is sorta vicious, they might blow you down Casamigos with some Henny, have you on the ground
On the ground, on the floor, whatever Latto said Too many colors get you hit, that's what Vonno said
So I'm poppin' out, all black, yeah, that's facts Ain't no gettin' back, once he gone, yeah, that's wraps
On that ground, on that floor, pick your mans up I can't say too much, I said the wrong thing, niggas stood up
Back from the dead, like the presidents, count it up, zombify my blick pack-a-punch, I hit his mans up
Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha, okay, get him then Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha, okay, get him then
Pillow talkin' with the wrong bitches, got you set up Pillow talkin' with the wrong nigga, got you put up
I don't pillow talk to bitches, they just run around I don't box it out with niggas, I might gun em down
Yeah, my gang is sorta vicious, they might blow you down Casamigos with some Henny, have you on the ground
On the ground, on the floor, whatever Latto said Too many colors get you hit, that's what Vonno said
So I'm poppin' out, all black, yeah, that's facts Ain't no gettin' back, once he gone, yeah, that's wraps
Yeah, my gang is sorta vicious, they might blow you down Casamigos with some Henny, have you on the ground
On the ground, on the floor, whatever Latto said Too many colors get you hit, that's what Vonno said
So I'm poppin' out, all black, yeah, that's facts Ain't no gettin' back, once he gone, yeah, that's wraps
Like a gift, get you wrapped F*ckin' on your bitch and she love get hit from back
I be in the jungle with lions, tigers, that's a fact I love the fast cars and you know we drive the Scats
I'm flee from Head to toe your bitch, she said she like my swag All this crazy shit I seen, got my mind f*ckin' tweakin
Put a cross up on my neck, uh, I need Jesus And I be fresh to death, like I'm outta freezer, yeah
I don't pillow talk to bitches, they just run around I don't box it out with niggas, I might gun em down
Yeah, my gang is sorta vicious, they might blow you down Casamigos with some Henny, have you on the ground
On the ground, on the floor, whatever Latto said Too many colors get you hit, that's what Vonno said
So I'm poppin' out, all black, yeah, that's facts Ain't no gettin' back, once he gone, yeah, that's wraps
On that ground, on that floor, pick your mans up I can't say too much, I said the wrong thing, niggas stood up
Back from the dead, like the presidents, count it up, zombify my blick pack-a-punch, I hit his mans up
Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha, okay, get him then Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha, okay, get him then
Pillow talkin' with the wrong bitches, got you set up Pillow talkin' with the wrong nigga, got you put up
I don't pillow talk to bitches, they just run around I don't box it out with niggas, I might gun em down
Yeah, my gang is sorta vicious, they might blow you down Casamigos with some Henny, have you on the ground
On the ground, on the floor, whatever Latto said Too many colors get you hit, that's what Vonno said
So I'm poppin' out, all black, yeah, that's facts Ain't no gettin' back, once he gone, yeah, that's wraps
Writer: Anthony Bates, Logan Jones
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid