CORRECT LYRICS
Rocking hard, and it tatted on the left
She could fall apart and that n-- wouldn’t care
Got some racks in the bag that these b*t*hes tryna steal
6’5” tell my n***a we could [?]
Run that sh*t, run that sh*t back dude
Rocking hard, and it tatted on the left
She could fall apart and that n***a wouldn’t care
Got some racks in the bag that these b*t*hes tryna steal
6’5” tell my n***a we could [?]
Run and tell me boy, you better never f**king steal
If you steal, you be gone like the ripper
Then you call it like the motherf**king team
Two b*t*hes on me and they f**king for the fleas
I can think about it when I’m walking with the jit
Yori got a fetish for the motherf**king hits, ah
Say low, why these n***as out here sounding 60 J-Lo
Talking bout they miss me but I’m busy they know
I be on the scene, and they miss me they knew
Who the f**k are you to call young Yori new?
I ain’t even young I got experience too
All you creeds dumb, and you hate on me too
Mad n***as waiting on the day black and blue
Meet your boy like boom, through the door
I don’t have to study, you nerds, you f**king dorks
b*t*h I’m eating so, and it got me where I’m sport
And I do this sh*t for sport, what else it’s for
Chop, chop it up, dirty sushi on the floor
You n***as disgust me like what the f**k, you hungry?
Brought his ass a Happy Meal, I’ma stay 100
If I never shut up, then none of y’all would’ve blowed up
That’s some real sh*t, Take that sh*t take and pass it to…
Lyrics : Kids Kingdom
Rocking hard, and it tatted on the left
She could fall apart and that n-- wouldn’t care
Got some racks in the bag that these b*t*hes tryna steal
6’5” tell my n***a we could [?]
Run that sh*t, run that sh*t back dude
Rocking hard, and it tatted on the left
She could fall apart and that n***a wouldn’t care
Got some racks in the bag that these b*t*hes tryna steal
6’5” tell my n***a we could [?]
Run and tell me boy, you better never f**king steal
If you steal, you be gone like the ripper
Then you call it like the motherf**king team
Two b*t*hes on me and they f**king for the fleas
I can think about it when I’m walking with the jit
Yori got a fetish for the motherf**king hits, ah
Say low, why these n***as out here sounding 60 J-Lo
Talking bout they miss me but I’m busy they know
I be on the scene, and they miss me they knew
Who the f**k are you to call young Yori new?
I ain’t even young I got experience too
All you creeds dumb, and you hate on me too
Mad n***as waiting on the day black and blue
Meet your boy like boom, through the door
I don’t have to study, you nerds, you f**king dorks
b*t*h I’m eating so, and it got me where I’m sport
And I do this sh*t for sport, what else it’s for
Chop, chop it up, dirty sushi on the floor
You n***as disgust me like what the f**k, you hungry?
Brought his ass a Happy Meal, I’ma stay 100
If I never shut up, then none of y’all would’ve blowed up
That’s some real sh*t, Take that sh*t take and pass it to…
