Lyrics

Bitch we getting lit I'm fine to turn up
Aye bitch you getting lit we get the burn-a
I ain't talking about no melly you get murder
I just hit this little bitch she a squirter
I just flipped this bitch around
I hit this bitch like she a turtle
I got Glock in pants
I pull them up I feel like Urkel
We gone creep through the back door
We gone lurk
I don't like popping pills
But I might just pop this perk
We aim for yo chest
Right where it hurt
Pull up on a opp with big guns
Bitch we hit them first
And you can't ride my wave
Little bitch you can't surf
And sometimes I be feeling like I'm not even from this earth
Got my trigger finger itching
Yeah it's itching to catch a body
And I'm trynna stack my chips & get my riches like I'm rowdy
Damn you thick like baby girl you wanna ride me
Damn you so thick like baby girl you do pilates
I ain't trying to chit chat
Ain't no lody dody
And I'm trying to move like a label bitch I'm trying to move like I'm Gotti
Little **** you don't even know me I pour a eight up then I fadeaway just like I'm Kobe
I roll a two five in the wood I'm smoking OG
I stay up up out the way I stay lowkey
I might go super sayian i feel like Broly
Gotta watch these **** talking to the police
Get the fuck up out my feelings bitch you nosy
Had to stay away from pills
Because I might Od
Had to stay up out the way I'm moving low key
Had to stay up out the way I'm moving low key
Little **** you don't even know me
I stay up up out the way I stay low key
I'm versatile with this shit
I'm versatile with this shit
I'm versatile with this shit
I'm versatile with this shit
Up up out the way I stay low key
Roll a two five in the wood I'm smoking Og
Written by: Bryan Egerton
instagramSharePathic_arrow_out