[Intro]
(Dubba-AA flexin’)
Yo bombaclat (Blatt)
[?]
(This is the sound)
Brdd
Oh bitch ass nigga (I know)
What? Gang, yeah
I’m a 38-Baby, nigga, I ain’t never change (I got it on my body)
I be seein’ all that bitch ass shit y’all niggas be doin’
You niggas wan’ be like me
Broke ass boy
[Chorus]
Shawty if we fuck around, then your friends ain't gotta know
I know how to keep a secret, lotta shit that you don’t know
Fell in love with totin’ guns when I jumped up off the porch
Went from broke to havin’ money, plus these diamonds on me glow
At the trap house with my niggas with them choppas on the flo’
Say that they gon’ take sum from me, brought that choppa to my show
I made the news, ain’t shit to prove, nigga know I ain’t no hoe
Lose your life behind these jewels, raise yo’ hand, you gotta go
[Verse 1]
Private number called my iPhone, talkin’ real reckless (What up?)
Hang up, call back, get the dial tone
See me, better stretch me
Don’t know why these niggas do me wrong
You know I won’t stress it
Bitch don’t tempt me, bet’ not test me
Up the Glock like “Nigga, catch me”
The way that I act, man, you niggas can’t be me
The way that I come, man, you niggas can’t see me
The way that I live, it ain’t on no T.V
Saw it in person, you saw it in 3-D
I’m in the AMG Benz with 3Three (Skrr)
This nigga [?], clockin’ the fee-fee
Whippin’ the Yale, pass it to Chi-Chi
Who is that? Nigga, that’s NBA KD
(Dubba-AA flexin’)
Yo bombaclat (Blatt)
[?]
(This is the sound)
Brdd
Oh bitch ass nigga (I know)
What? Gang, yeah
I’m a 38-Baby, nigga, I ain’t never change (I got it on my body)
I be seein’ all that bitch ass shit y’all niggas be doin’
You niggas wan’ be like me
Broke ass boy
[Chorus]
Shawty if we fuck around, then your friends ain't gotta know
I know how to keep a secret, lotta shit that you don’t know
Fell in love with totin’ guns when I jumped up off the porch
Went from broke to havin’ money, plus these diamonds on me glow
At the trap house with my niggas with them choppas on the flo’
Say that they gon’ take sum from me, brought that choppa to my show
I made the news, ain’t shit to prove, nigga know I ain’t no hoe
Lose your life behind these jewels, raise yo’ hand, you gotta go
[Verse 1]
Private number called my iPhone, talkin’ real reckless (What up?)
Hang up, call back, get the dial tone
See me, better stretch me
Don’t know why these niggas do me wrong
You know I won’t stress it
Bitch don’t tempt me, bet’ not test me
Up the Glock like “Nigga, catch me”
The way that I act, man, you niggas can’t be me
The way that I come, man, you niggas can’t see me
The way that I live, it ain’t on no T.V
Saw it in person, you saw it in 3-D
I’m in the AMG Benz with 3Three (Skrr)
This nigga [?], clockin’ the fee-fee
Whippin’ the Yale, pass it to Chi-Chi
Who is that? Nigga, that’s NBA KD
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