CORRECT LYRICS

Lyrics : Hi Hats

I just lost fourteen in the crock pot now
Man I take my stress to the opp block
Take my stress to the opp block
Two hands on got her doin' up gwok gwok
I ain't gotta talk what I done
Man done got active with the dot-dot
Take my stress to the opp block
Take-take my stress to the opp block

I just lost fourteen in the crock pot now
Man I take my stress to the opp block
I like a bad and boujee
Two hands on, got her doin' up gwok gwok
I ain't gotta talk what I done
Man done got active with the dot-dot
I don't really fuss about music
I move it straight right out of this hot spot
8 bills on my feet, I look taller
She in love with my aura
Tryna pop this half of corn up
But Trill's tryna call me for a quick order
In the ends, ain't nuttin' but order
Turn your marjae straight to a mourner
Water, water, wet, splash
Suttin' got bored up
I just spent three weeks in the t-house
Now I'm uptown, doin' nuttin' but drip
See I'm p*ssed if I burn this drip
If I see me a opp, it ain't nuttin' but fish
This music has to go click
I'm tryna take care of my mummy and mix
I'm outside, I'm takin' a risk
Hands on the trap, takin' a p*ss
I just bashed out buj point 9 on the curb
On my life, man's makin' a flip
Boujee one from Hammersmith
On me, said she wan' make me a kid
Are you takin' the p*ss?
Man's hittin' it once, and I'm makin' a skid
I just backed my d**k on Incog's grave
And now I'm out takin' a p*ss
Jumped out my bed, put my feet in Gucci
Back strap this doobie
Got a little fetish for backs
Mad, brownskin one with the booty
Still tryna ying them paigons
Do that sh*t like it's my duty
Brownskin one, she a cutie
But I told bro "don't love these groupies"