CORRECT LYRICS

Lyrics : YKMB

Lil' mama
Don't go through my phone no more

In my Fendi holds a 50
Superstar off the juice he got mixie/mixy
Better let me know now if you wit' me (If you wit' me)
Say you holdin' it down wit' the 60
2 Glocks op b*t*h I'm feelin' like 50 (like 50)
Talkin' outta' body cause' they envy (cause' they envy)
We gon' dip a body when we dump sh*t (dump sh*t)
My young n***as tweakin' off that dumb sh*t
Keepin' a 2'3 on me, up it in fashion I mike and amiri the jeans
Hold up my dee gon' deez, that be my brother I know he ain't snitchin' on me, 2,000 to cover IP
Word to my mother try to sing gon' D.I.E (D.I.E)
Skkrtin' off in a GLE (GLE)
I got demons on touch try to get on me

I can show you the life that I'm livin'
I bе laughin' y'all n***as ain't wit' it
I just popped a percy then got in my feelins'
It's a f**kin' honor free my n***as
I just bring thе top tho in like
We on a mission don't care bout' no invite
I got many knockas' sit pipes
Racked up show that these jeans tight
Tell you rack up a M if you wanna' do that
Either way you sign him like a durag ( sign em' like a what)
Come and get ya' boo back
Either come over, spin through that
I just hit the E-way then spin through that
Now she wanna hold down a toola'
And she wanna be my lil' oota'
B*t*h we outside f**k the rumors whole lotta' boomas'
In my Fendi holds a 50
Superstar off the juice he got mixie/mixy
Better let me know now if you wit' me (If you wit' me)
Say you holdin' it down wit' the 60
2 Glocks op b*t*h I'm feelin' like 50 (like 50)
Talkin' outta' body cause' they envy (cause' they envy)
We gon' dip a body when we dump sh*t (dump sh*t)
My young n***as tweakin' off that dumb sh*t
Keepin' a 2'3 on me, up it in fashion I mike and amiri the jeans
Hold up my dee gon' deez, that be my brother I know he ain't snitchin' on me, 2,000 to cover IP
Word to my mother try to sing gon' D.I.E (D.I.E)
Skkrtin' off in a GLE (GLE)
I got demons on touch try to get on me
I am Mr. Diabellic, I was Mr. Lou wit' the fetish
Tryna' catch a shmack' it blam (Gllrt Gllrt)
N***as don't get no bands
Catch a opp n***a dizzy put em' inna' can
B*t*h my blick don't jam ( My blick don't)
We turn up onna' fan, Mr. F**k it up again (F**k it up again)
(I did it again) Gah gah (I did it again) Gah Gah
Gah Gah Gah Bow Glrrow
Gllrah Glrrah boom
Thow Thow Bloom