CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : Abracadabra
I just called a number seven 'cause her pu**y weak
I was thumbing through some money then you heard a beep
Only time n***as up is when I'm probably sleep
Winter time coming, StanWill went and got a Jeep
Riding 'round with three hundred shots thinking that I'm Keef
Dawg punched a lil' Nike Tech, now he think he me
b*t*h talking 'bout her head fire, think I need to see
I don't really think, if it's online then it mean it's free
b*t*h know I got some jacks in, feel like SandyWill
Dee and Tron keep blowing za, can't stand the smell
All that tough talk, same reason yo mans in Hell
Short-ass n***a, hoes know that my bands XL
Tiny-ass pockets, I can tell that they ain't doing well
Crazy-ass b*t*h, I really think her pu**y got a spell
Oh, you got a n***a? Sorry, baby, I could hardly tell
EDD is over so he got some new clothes to sell
Finna ram this b*t*h with my horn like a Triceratops
Finna ram this b*t*h from the back till her cherry pop
Out of town shopping, dragging bags everywhere you not
Only gotta hit two porches, let me wear my Crocs
Double D bop, stick hit the block and spin around
Off-White X Ksubi pluses when I spin around
I ain't never see you in no whip, how you get around?
Blew a dub a hundred times but I'm still winning, how?
Gave that b*t*h a purse, she broke it down and made it disappear
Finna take this trip, I'll probably bring you back a souvenir
Baby for the streets, I'm sixty-something like an engineer
You can never win, I'm sick you something like Cavalier
Only want the head since she tryna hit me with the WAP
I was in the hills, you was probably somewhere on the block
Probably punching watches, how ironic, used to punch the clock
He done froze up, I think he lagged when he seen the chop
b*t*h knew me from a mile away off my face card
I'ma make yo b*t*h drive a rental if the pape far
On the block shooting, I'm a center that can play guard
Left his brains on his tee, we done left his BAPE smart
Heard y'all in the deep but y'all shrimps, boy, y'all ain't sharks
Mini bike fly the f**k off if I crank hard
Been trying, even back then I was the same star
Put him underneath, spacebar, in the graveyard
Not a body in yo gang got a whip, y'all a marching band
Cut into my worker like you just take the card and jam
Gang like to stop sh*t, boy, you bet not start with Stan
I just like to let my chain do it, I can hardly dance
Only keep big sh*tters 'round me, Toilet Paper Boys
Riding in that bucket only time these n***as making noise
Hide the blicks every time we seem 'em, man, I hate the boys
Whole team got money, you would think I hang with [?]
I was thumbing through some money then you heard a beep
Only time n***as up is when I'm probably sleep
Winter time coming, StanWill went and got a Jeep
Riding 'round with three hundred shots thinking that I'm Keef
Dawg punched a lil' Nike Tech, now he think he me
b*t*h talking 'bout her head fire, think I need to see
I don't really think, if it's online then it mean it's free
b*t*h know I got some jacks in, feel like SandyWill
Dee and Tron keep blowing za, can't stand the smell
All that tough talk, same reason yo mans in Hell
Short-ass n***a, hoes know that my bands XL
Tiny-ass pockets, I can tell that they ain't doing well
Crazy-ass b*t*h, I really think her pu**y got a spell
Oh, you got a n***a? Sorry, baby, I could hardly tell
EDD is over so he got some new clothes to sell
Finna ram this b*t*h with my horn like a Triceratops
Finna ram this b*t*h from the back till her cherry pop
Out of town shopping, dragging bags everywhere you not
Only gotta hit two porches, let me wear my Crocs
Double D bop, stick hit the block and spin around
Off-White X Ksubi pluses when I spin around
I ain't never see you in no whip, how you get around?
Blew a dub a hundred times but I'm still winning, how?
Gave that b*t*h a purse, she broke it down and made it disappear
Finna take this trip, I'll probably bring you back a souvenir
Baby for the streets, I'm sixty-something like an engineer
You can never win, I'm sick you something like Cavalier
Only want the head since she tryna hit me with the WAP
I was in the hills, you was probably somewhere on the block
Probably punching watches, how ironic, used to punch the clock
He done froze up, I think he lagged when he seen the chop
b*t*h knew me from a mile away off my face card
I'ma make yo b*t*h drive a rental if the pape far
On the block shooting, I'm a center that can play guard
Left his brains on his tee, we done left his BAPE smart
Heard y'all in the deep but y'all shrimps, boy, y'all ain't sharks
Mini bike fly the f**k off if I crank hard
Been trying, even back then I was the same star
Put him underneath, spacebar, in the graveyard
Not a body in yo gang got a whip, y'all a marching band
Cut into my worker like you just take the card and jam
Gang like to stop sh*t, boy, you bet not start with Stan
I just like to let my chain do it, I can hardly dance
Only keep big sh*tters 'round me, Toilet Paper Boys
Riding in that bucket only time these n***as making noise
Hide the blicks every time we seem 'em, man, I hate the boys
Whole team got money, you would think I hang with [?]
