CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : Bop
Ah, ah
Lavito
Retnik Beats
Uh
Know this sh*t bop when I kick through the door
You f**king with the boss, I’m the CEO
And I got Dro taking care of the finance
Know she got a boy, but the b*t*h got a fine ass
I ain’t gotta say it, but you know what’s up
I need ten bottles for the gang in the club
I don’t f**k with Dior, I'ma pull up in Needles
I’m feeling like Nav, b*t*hes sniffin' on Bieber, yeah
f**king on a bougie lil' b*t*h she a brat
Man, I stay ten toes, but sometimes I gotta brag
Nappy in the cup, all my boys going up
Heavy card in the pants and that’s why this sh*t sag
They forgot that I rap, swear, Yung Mavu, he back
Oh, you living like a movie, while I think that it’s a wrap
I don’t fight with a n***a if he tryna diss the boy on a verse
Man, I swear to God, he finna get dragged
Killer on the beat, I be moving like a panther
I’m always getting lit, I mix the 40 with the Fanta
I f**k her then I dip, I’m disappearing like a phantom
Ugly lil' n***a, but the money made me handsome
Yeah
Uh, and that’s facts (That's facts)
The beat drop, I see the booties all clap
Better get out with your gang, I know them n***as all cap
They ain’t cutting me slack, so I had to bounce back
Uh, and damn right I did
To many snakes tryna get on with the life I live
If you see me on your TV, then it’s prime time b*t*h
Lil' n***a had his chance, now it’s my time b*t*h
Lavito
Retnik Beats
Uh
Know this sh*t bop when I kick through the door
You f**king with the boss, I’m the CEO
And I got Dro taking care of the finance
Know she got a boy, but the b*t*h got a fine ass
I ain’t gotta say it, but you know what’s up
I need ten bottles for the gang in the club
I don’t f**k with Dior, I'ma pull up in Needles
I’m feeling like Nav, b*t*hes sniffin' on Bieber, yeah
f**king on a bougie lil' b*t*h she a brat
Man, I stay ten toes, but sometimes I gotta brag
Nappy in the cup, all my boys going up
Heavy card in the pants and that’s why this sh*t sag
They forgot that I rap, swear, Yung Mavu, he back
Oh, you living like a movie, while I think that it’s a wrap
I don’t fight with a n***a if he tryna diss the boy on a verse
Man, I swear to God, he finna get dragged
Killer on the beat, I be moving like a panther
I’m always getting lit, I mix the 40 with the Fanta
I f**k her then I dip, I’m disappearing like a phantom
Ugly lil' n***a, but the money made me handsome
Yeah
Uh, and that’s facts (That's facts)
The beat drop, I see the booties all clap
Better get out with your gang, I know them n***as all cap
They ain’t cutting me slack, so I had to bounce back
Uh, and damn right I did
To many snakes tryna get on with the life I live
If you see me on your TV, then it’s prime time b*t*h
Lil' n***a had his chance, now it’s my time b*t*h
