CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : Last Week
Nah nah
Mhmmm
Ballin' on these n***as, hoopin' on 'em it's so tragic
Hop up in that Rarri trying to back to the past b*t*h
It's a fast whip, yeah
Got two hundred on the dash quick
I'm a savage, that's 21 not average
Get the static (Static), let 'em have it
You a average little hoe you get pa**ed quick
F**k around I'm turning your whole block into a track meet
If they ask about you I ain't seen you since like last week
Now she wanna freak
F**k her then I'm in the streets
Because I gotta eat, I just hit the lottery
Now she wanna meet, put it in her arteries
Gotta smoke some weed just to stop anxiety
Likе woah
Imma go to LA let 'em talk I grab my pole
I can't lovе no b*t*h they full of tricks that's on my soul
You ain't really with me damn I thought you were my bro
But you were not my bro
And now I know
You can't stop me
Came a long way from the nose bleed
Thinking that you know but you don't know me
Don't know me
Ballin' on these n***as, hoopin' on 'em it's so tragic
Hop up in that Rarri trying to back to the past b*t*h
It's a fast whip, yeah
Got two hundred on the dash quick
I'm a savage, that's 21 not average
Get the static (Static), let 'em have it
You a average little hoe you get pa**ed quick
F**k around I'm turning your whole block into a track meet
If they ask about you I ain't seen you since like last week
Mhmmm
Ballin' on these n***as, hoopin' on 'em it's so tragic
Hop up in that Rarri trying to back to the past b*t*h
It's a fast whip, yeah
Got two hundred on the dash quick
I'm a savage, that's 21 not average
Get the static (Static), let 'em have it
You a average little hoe you get pa**ed quick
F**k around I'm turning your whole block into a track meet
If they ask about you I ain't seen you since like last week
Now she wanna freak
F**k her then I'm in the streets
Because I gotta eat, I just hit the lottery
Now she wanna meet, put it in her arteries
Gotta smoke some weed just to stop anxiety
Likе woah
Imma go to LA let 'em talk I grab my pole
I can't lovе no b*t*h they full of tricks that's on my soul
You ain't really with me damn I thought you were my bro
But you were not my bro
And now I know
You can't stop me
Came a long way from the nose bleed
Thinking that you know but you don't know me
Don't know me
Ballin' on these n***as, hoopin' on 'em it's so tragic
Hop up in that Rarri trying to back to the past b*t*h
It's a fast whip, yeah
Got two hundred on the dash quick
I'm a savage, that's 21 not average
Get the static (Static), let 'em have it
You a average little hoe you get pa**ed quick
F**k around I'm turning your whole block into a track meet
If they ask about you I ain't seen you since like last week
