Lyrics

Twenty-four/seven days a week we be cruising
Bad bitch on my roster I let woo go do recruiting
Wake up chase the bag you been snoozing so you loosing
She say I'm nonchalant and I'm acting so confusing
It's like nothing even matters
It's like nothing even matters
At all
It's like nothing even matters
It's like nothing even matters
At all
Drop top bad bitch with the biggest titties
I been running through the yayo like I'm from the city
She got blonde for her hair know she looking pretty
And I go six hundred thirteen (six hundred thirteen) bitches hot and ready
Real shit
Lamb chop sharp like a new machete
We den took too many L's load up the confetti
Real **** finna' win
This one for the city
And all these bitches come around if she looking pretty she be with me
Twenty-four/seven days a week we be cruising
Bad bitch on my roster I let woo go do recruiting
Wake up chase the bag you been snoozing so you loosing
She say I'm nonchalant and I'm acting so confusing
It's like nothing even matters
It's like nothing even matters
At all
It's like nothing even matters
It's like nothing even matters
At all
Written by: Carter Hardy
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