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Jaurney-Tobias Boyland
Songwriter:in
unk Harris
Songwriter:in
Donel Cathcart III
Songwriter:in
Lyrics
We got mad flows
We got mad hoes
Brodie sittin
In the trap
We got mad bows
Even if a **** black out
I'm still a ass hole
When that bitch give me head
Turn red like a apple
Fucked her
Giver her to my mans
I said ima asshole
You can even ask the bro
He a tell you I got mad hoes
Cop a fit like everyday
Like Ian even have clothes
I just tell you that I hoop
Like Ian even have bows
No hassle
No 2 hand
we play tackle
Lil **** with a plan
To get the bands
Like Lil rascals
Serving out the pocket
Chiefing like im Matt castle
Big screen these **** acting
Ted lasso
Uhh
True story
I get on that cashflow
Footlocker ig
Them boys they tag toes
Im only scared of ****
That tell me shit that Ian ask em
Im stunting on 3 16
baby don't need no raddle
A **** to legit
For all his classes
As in detention
They asked me how a ****
In balenci
I **** won a mission
Them bitches really only come around
When a **** winning
That **** really only left
The town cause my **** dissed em
I'm tired of ****
All that cash shit
No bap shit
Was sleeping on that bottom part
No mattress
I really ran it up
I had this
I swear I lapped em
Really really had a bad bitch
I swear I bagged em
Ahhh
Im flexing in my prime
I feel like action Jackson
Ask what happened
You aint gotta ask em
Really had some stacking
Hooper but im rapping trapping
All I reallyy rap is plastic
Can you really catch and grasp it
Really I just packed a package
I got 19
And 21 im going savage
Popping out
Fresh as hell
Like I was wrapped in plastic
I got it out the dirt
Yeah I ball like that boy from Dallas
And I know the play
What im gone call
Aint no asking madden
That cash shit
Yeah im at it like a addict
Shooting dice up in the basement
Run the bank up to the attic
Skunky unk
It be stanking
Come and grab it
Look don't nobody move
But the money I just natted
We got mad flows
We got mad hoes
Brodie sittin
In the trap
We got mad bows
Even if a **** black out
I'm still a ass hole
Even if a **** blackout
Im still a ass hole
I got tomotoes
For the opps
Man them **** they get mad boos
Even a **** sip purp
I still got mad booze
A **** on them lives with them bangers
I feel like ja morant
my youngin really ball lsu
He still on arrest
They ask if I still ball
Lil **** really count a check
Dreads braided from 3
Oh Yeah this that jae crowder flex
I pull out 200 100s
Asking if it counterfeit
Cause its 20 thousand
In my pocket
Ian really doubting it
Bro give me the play
Then you know im gone be scouting it
Telling me its 4th and long
And you know that Ian downing it
Just like little league
Its all equipment and these pounds
Get a grip
Them boys equipped thru the town
Swim or drown
Written by: Donel Cathcart III, Jaurney-Tobias Boyland, unk Harris
