Before I go because that's how i
Aye listen you know I got you
Alright bet fasho
UFO
Hell yea I be trynna
Hell yea Nigga
I be trynna go for a different wave
You know what I'm saying like yea
Retro retro retro retro retro retro retro retro
Aye hey I'm really from the West
Where we have gun fights we don't need no vest
Aim that bitch straight for your head
Bullets hit you all in your neck
I really be pouring up act
I'm sipping on green but I like that red
Niggas be acting like hoes we apply that pressure now they talking to feds
Catch me all on the strip I'm flipping ounces trynna turn them into packs
Bitch be all on my dick I'm sending her home after I hit from the back
I been on that rockstar shit y'all young niggas just trynna get on that
Every time I head to the booth I get on the mic
And I spit nothing but facts
Huh Yeah
Niggas be hoes
Pull up kick doe
Carry them poles
Yea that's fasho i'll get his ass gone
Then go call up the bros then go smoke on some dope
Told her don't hit my phone when I'm in my zone
F*ck niggas can't see me I move like a ghost
Do this shit like a pro Then go pour up some more
Then hit me a lick lay them all on the floor
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Before I go because that's how i
Aye listen you know I got you
Alright bet fasho
UFO
Hell yea I be trynna
Hell yea Nigga
I be trynna go for a different wave
You know what I'm saying like yea
Retro retro retro retro retro retro retro retro
Aye hey I'm really from the West
Where we have gun fights we don't need no vest
Aim that bitch straight for your head
Bullets hit you all in your neck
I really be pouring up act
I'm sipping on green but I like that red
Niggas be acting like hoes we apply that pressure now they talking to feds
Catch me all on the strip I'm flipping ounces trynna turn them into packs
Bitch be all on my dick I'm sending her home after I hit from the back
I been on that rockstar shit y'all young niggas just trynna get on that
Every time I head to the booth I get on the mic
And I spit nothing but facts
Huh Yeah
Niggas be hoes
Pull up kick doe
Carry them poles
Yea that's fasho i'll get his ass gone
Then go call up the bros then go smoke on some dope
Told her don't hit my phone when I'm in my zone
F*ck niggas can't see me I move like a ghost
Do this shit like a pro Then go pour up some more
Then hit me a lick lay them all on the floor
Aye listen you know I got you
Alright bet fasho
UFO
Hell yea I be trynna
Hell yea Nigga
I be trynna go for a different wave
You know what I'm saying like yea
Retro retro retro retro retro retro retro retro
Aye hey I'm really from the West
Where we have gun fights we don't need no vest
Aim that bitch straight for your head
Bullets hit you all in your neck
I really be pouring up act
I'm sipping on green but I like that red
Niggas be acting like hoes we apply that pressure now they talking to feds
Catch me all on the strip I'm flipping ounces trynna turn them into packs
Bitch be all on my dick I'm sending her home after I hit from the back
I been on that rockstar shit y'all young niggas just trynna get on that
Every time I head to the booth I get on the mic
And I spit nothing but facts
Huh Yeah
Niggas be hoes
Pull up kick doe
Carry them poles
Yea that's fasho i'll get his ass gone
Then go call up the bros then go smoke on some dope
Told her don't hit my phone when I'm in my zone
F*ck niggas can't see me I move like a ghost
Do this shit like a pro Then go pour up some more
Then hit me a lick lay them all on the floor
Writer: Alan Barratt, Tony Thomas
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Copyright: Lyrics © MUSIC SALES CORPORATION, CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC, Royalty Network, O/B/O DistroKid