CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : RILL
Wallen on the motherf*ckin E-Way
We gone hit the north find the trapout
I Ain't even tryna talk about stop acting like you with it you dont air out
I need sum mo bottles for these bitches you peep how a young nigga finna play out
Run up ya hoe
He say he lit finna boom at the store
We finna hit us sum mo
New Gucci
I need a bad bitch to suck on the dick while I drop the top thats that new boujie
5 bands for a burk no bitch i dont work
Do whatever i want thats that new blue cheese
They gon do you on me i got shooters with me
That hold alot of weight, i need thick groupies
Hold up bitch don't make noise while you riding
I got the word that a nigga was plotting on who the f*ck? goofy ain't think we was sliding
Bag your bitch on purpose
Yeah uh uh UH yeah yeah
I ain't trippin about no lil bitch i want bands
Shorty gon f*ck em with the FN
Countin all of these bodies that drop in my hand we gon handle the opp
Tellem bring out his mans, bring in more bitches
I racks in my pocket i tell you im ready to go nigga
Ion think bout a opp
Swear a nigga gone drop
Gang be ready to pop they gon go getchu
She be easy my bro bout to bag her she beggin my guyza to buy up some more liquor
She do not give a f*ck about her nigga
Like a burner she ready to blow nigga
Go far, said i want all the smoke
I want big war, finna get up a milli invest
I dont think i could hide i might catch a body, ain't tryna get booked for shooting at his neck
We gone get it reguardless i put that on god, i got too many reasons i dont need to step
Skeeza
I remember they ain't Jack my speaker
I do not mix with nobody
Rent out a buggatti, He probably dont like me give that boy a feature
We gon run up behind em ain't checkin ya pockets, i just needa press em posting like a female
At the end of the day you ain't stacking no bread
Why the f*ck am i beefing with a lil broke boy
I be choking ya hoe like a hoe boy
All that talk finna dump at his face new killer
f*ck what they talking bout i got 100 bitches i ain't macking with no niggas
40 bands up in the back on god, i ain't lacking bitch on my dead got big triggers
Re up said the bitch tryna f*ck, can i meet her?
I could care less, get a bag, i dont need her
Lord knows run the bread like a meter
Face new killer
f*ck what they talking bout i got 100 bitches i ain't macking with no niggas
40 bands up in the back on god, i ain't lacking bitch on my dead got big triggers
Re up said the bitch tryna f*ck, can i meet her?
I could care less, get a bag, i dont need her
Lord knows run the bread like a meter
Face new killer
f*ck what they talking bout i got 100 bitches i ain't macking with no niggas
40 bands up in the back on god, i ain't lacking bitch on my dead got big triggers
Re up said the bitch tryna f*ck, can i meet her?
I could care less, get a bag, i dont need her
Lord knows run the bread like a meter
We gone hit the north find the trapout
I Ain't even tryna talk about stop acting like you with it you dont air out
I need sum mo bottles for these bitches you peep how a young nigga finna play out
Run up ya hoe
He say he lit finna boom at the store
We finna hit us sum mo
New Gucci
I need a bad bitch to suck on the dick while I drop the top thats that new boujie
5 bands for a burk no bitch i dont work
Do whatever i want thats that new blue cheese
They gon do you on me i got shooters with me
That hold alot of weight, i need thick groupies
Hold up bitch don't make noise while you riding
I got the word that a nigga was plotting on who the f*ck? goofy ain't think we was sliding
Bag your bitch on purpose
Yeah uh uh UH yeah yeah
I ain't trippin about no lil bitch i want bands
Shorty gon f*ck em with the FN
Countin all of these bodies that drop in my hand we gon handle the opp
Tellem bring out his mans, bring in more bitches
I racks in my pocket i tell you im ready to go nigga
Ion think bout a opp
Swear a nigga gone drop
Gang be ready to pop they gon go getchu
She be easy my bro bout to bag her she beggin my guyza to buy up some more liquor
She do not give a f*ck about her nigga
Like a burner she ready to blow nigga
Go far, said i want all the smoke
I want big war, finna get up a milli invest
I dont think i could hide i might catch a body, ain't tryna get booked for shooting at his neck
We gone get it reguardless i put that on god, i got too many reasons i dont need to step
Skeeza
I remember they ain't Jack my speaker
I do not mix with nobody
Rent out a buggatti, He probably dont like me give that boy a feature
We gon run up behind em ain't checkin ya pockets, i just needa press em posting like a female
At the end of the day you ain't stacking no bread
Why the f*ck am i beefing with a lil broke boy
I be choking ya hoe like a hoe boy
All that talk finna dump at his face new killer
f*ck what they talking bout i got 100 bitches i ain't macking with no niggas
40 bands up in the back on god, i ain't lacking bitch on my dead got big triggers
Re up said the bitch tryna f*ck, can i meet her?
I could care less, get a bag, i dont need her
Lord knows run the bread like a meter
Face new killer
f*ck what they talking bout i got 100 bitches i ain't macking with no niggas
40 bands up in the back on god, i ain't lacking bitch on my dead got big triggers
Re up said the bitch tryna f*ck, can i meet her?
I could care less, get a bag, i dont need her
Lord knows run the bread like a meter
Face new killer
f*ck what they talking bout i got 100 bitches i ain't macking with no niggas
40 bands up in the back on god, i ain't lacking bitch on my dead got big triggers
Re up said the bitch tryna f*ck, can i meet her?
I could care less, get a bag, i dont need her
Lord knows run the bread like a meter
