This That One
Veeze, KrispyLife Kidd, YN Jay, Louie Ray, Slap Savage, Lil Yachty
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(E-E-Enrgy made this one) mm, okay (dumbass) KrispyLife (it's with a K, dumbass) This one them ones for me (mm-hmm, mm-hmm) This one them ones for me (yup) This one them ones for me (whew, whew) This one them ones for me You was a ho in high school, you used to run from me I went to school with niggas like you, you are not on nothing Used to sell number eights on Hardwood, we had the block jumping Beat his ass bad, he thought the whole, whole club jumped him Yeah, nigga, this one them ones for me Okay I done went pop star, I'm getting that one money It's couple thousand on me cash, but it's store money (alright) Gotta let the money talk for like I don't show money We're totin' Glocks with circle clips, it hold a fifty I'm taking shots of purple water, lil' bitch, I ain't tipsy I think his thot want a rich nigga and his pockets empty Call that lil' nigga R. Kelly 'cause he broke and pissy She chasing money, chasing clout, you know she rolling with me Look in my stairs, that shit off Lulu like I'm the Rolling 60s Lil Boat just made me pick between a 'Rarri and a Bentley It's Mickey ears on all our choppers, look like a show from Disney Punched him in the mouth, I ain't like how he blinked at my momma The backyard got skis and treats but this not the Bahamas Wood grain OG AK feelin' like I'm Osama Got gas, they all said I changed up, I'm Yachty Obama Bringing a bank back, I got too much Pull up in a sixty thousand cash, I ain't do much F8 and it's all white like the Ku Klux I just got it and I already need a tune up I'ma get rich or die trying like I'm Fifty This Drac' will make a nigga dance just like he Diddy I'm lit, that's why she got my name on her titty I'm plug, I ran through hella grams in this city You told, boy, you ain't no star, you a witness This lean gon' f*ck around and make me need a kidney My bitch, she mad at me 'cause I show no attention But listen, bitch, I'm on my grind, I gotta get it Riding with a Glock 23, these the 1 Jordans Got a team full of shooters, we pull up scoring Lil Yachty pulled up in a ah Lil Boat just pulled up in that, yeah (that's that one foreign) Everywhere I go, I keep a ten, bitch, I'm Eric Gordon How the f*ck it's seventeen dollars and you can't afford it? I got bitches lined up like they waiting for them 1 Jordans Baow, I just shot him in his ass, that's my first warning I'm Mr. Pop This Bitch Dirk Like A Dungeon I'm in Neiman's calling out shots like I run it Run with all apes, I guess I'm from the jungle I'll let this bitch burn, the Glock mixed up with Usher Get a nigga whacked, I'll push the button Before I tell on a soul, on my cousin The thirty poking too hard, I gotta tuck it I see you over there shining, nigga, you better tuck it Since he told, I'll take the blood out my cousin DNA, I need that back, we ain't fam no more Brother and nem jumped out the store, yeah, they ain't saying no more Stick singin' live just like D'Angelo, yeah Hit him in his head, bust his cantaloupe Tiny just pulled up with that sh, yeah, the atidote Fingered on this bitch for fifty minutes, my hand had broke Now my sister hold my journal, it's murder she wrote (Achoo) sneezed on my nigga, that's my slime for real I can drive this bitch how I want 'cause it's mines for real I can damn near hit who I want, it's that time for real I don't know about no other stories, but mines for real I'm finna pay kids to do a whole song without cussing I was young, used to mob to the store wit my cousins I'm with four out of town, buyin' bowls by the dozen I'm with four out of town wit PJ like it's cousin If it's Sprite and it's dark, look like hair dye We gon' find out where he at, we gon' air it out I fucked that bitch so good, that she wanna know my whereabouts Off two Percs then I pulled her fuckin hair out I be fucking hoes in first class, this a do-ey plane I don't wanna hit that pussy, you play coochie games Bitch keeps squirtin' on my covers, she left coochie stains Group of bitches in a soul line, this a coochie train New custo' bald head, look like Bobby Lashley Bald bitch, I'm all about a bill, but I'm not bragging Percy's taste good, bite down, but it's not candy Grim reaper ride around with Billy, it was not Mandy
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Written by: Aaron Jeffery Seymour, Jaylein Cantrell, Karon Vantrees, Marlon Brown, Miles Parks McCollum, Orracious Tucker-Brown, Shannon Walker Jr.
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