[Hook - Yung Fazo]
Grrraaaaa, yeah, woah
I get issues when I get into bed
Running and running, I'm going too fast
Ski wanna talk 'til I head to the back
I'm gon' shoot a gun
Swear you lit, boy your too dumb
Everything I do I've won
I swear these diamonds they trash, they buns
Bye, yeah, woah
I get issues when I get into bed
Running and running, I'm going too fast
Ski wanna talk 'til I head to the back
I'm gon' shoot a gun
Swear you lit, boy your too dumb
Everything I do I've won
I swear these diamonds they trash, they buns
My body's fat, weigh like a ton
Bitch I'm a killer I've been on the run
[Verse - MYNAMEMANUELLL]
I've been on the hunt
Up at the strip and I'm filling it once
Your man want a fеature I'm charging a bunch
He talking that shit I pull up with a gun
I got your bitch on my lap I'ma hit from the back
Hе wanna feature I tell that boy count up his racks
If I need some money I get a bit rad
I'm smoking a joint 'cause I'm flipping our pad
We're flipping our pad and my bro off the gas
I got a bad bitch she gon' sit on my lap
He don't text me for features 'cause all of y'all wack
And I got a bad bitch she be calling me dad
When I pull up and shoot at yo' crib you be sad
Grrraaaaa, yeah, woah
I get issues when I get into bed
Running and running, I'm going too fast
Ski wanna talk 'til I head to the back
I'm gon' shoot a gun
Swear you lit, boy your too dumb
Everything I do I've won
I swear these diamonds they trash, they buns
Bye, yeah, woah
I get issues when I get into bed
Running and running, I'm going too fast
Ski wanna talk 'til I head to the back
I'm gon' shoot a gun
Swear you lit, boy your too dumb
Everything I do I've won
I swear these diamonds they trash, they buns
My body's fat, weigh like a ton
Bitch I'm a killer I've been on the run
[Verse - MYNAMEMANUELLL]
I've been on the hunt
Up at the strip and I'm filling it once
Your man want a fеature I'm charging a bunch
He talking that shit I pull up with a gun
I got your bitch on my lap I'ma hit from the back
Hе wanna feature I tell that boy count up his racks
If I need some money I get a bit rad
I'm smoking a joint 'cause I'm flipping our pad
We're flipping our pad and my bro off the gas
I got a bad bitch she gon' sit on my lap
He don't text me for features 'cause all of y'all wack
And I got a bad bitch she be calling me dad
When I pull up and shoot at yo' crib you be sad
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