[Intro: jaydes]
Ayy
Oh-oh-ooh
Oh-oh-oh-ooh
Oh-oh-ooh
[Verse 1: jaydes]
You guys the only thing keeping me going
Boofin' on goo pack, young nigga flooring
Can't even pronounce how a young nigga flowing
Can't understand where y'all niggas going
Bad yellow bitch on my dick and she blowing
Yeah, down off the Xan', but she keeping it going
Holding my racks, but she keeping it though
Suck my dick so good, she say "Wait, I'm goated"
Got LooseLeaf smoke, it keep me going
Count my suck up, bitch already knowin'
She got me tight though, almost lost my focus
All these hoes phony, these new niggas poser
I ain't never seen thirty racks stuffed in a folder
I ain't never seen gay girls fuck to bipolar
Drop blood in my soda, then bend her all over
All over the sofa, I'm chiеfin' like Sosa, Trap cult
Trap cult, bitch, you already know, it's Trap cult
[Verse 2: yuke]
I told the bitch, "Lеave me alone," 'cause I'm boofin'
Cult in her wrist, yeah, I know she not new to this
Young niggas going up, and yuke proving it
Niggas mad as fuck, yuke and yen stay doing shit
I don't give a fuck, nigga, toting on full clip, yeah, funny fuck nigga
I'll drive by, hit you on your trunk, nigga
I'll drive by, hit you and your slut, nigga
Ayy, I caught him lackin' off the bars, ayy
I was geekin' up on Mars too
You shop at Saks, and Zara too
Touchin real pape', I count up blue
Me and yen, really stuck to the loot
Stuck to the loot like some motherfuckin' glue
Shoot at the boot, it's snake in my boot
Catch a snake, nigga, all I know is shoot
Shit, what do you think? He don't know what to do
Slide with that chop', and my hoe goth too
We don't give a fuck, nigga, we gon' go slide on you
Pull up ten-deep, niggas really hopped out on you
You wanna- what?
Ayy
Oh-oh-ooh
Oh-oh-oh-ooh
Oh-oh-ooh
[Verse 1: jaydes]
You guys the only thing keeping me going
Boofin' on goo pack, young nigga flooring
Can't even pronounce how a young nigga flowing
Can't understand where y'all niggas going
Bad yellow bitch on my dick and she blowing
Yeah, down off the Xan', but she keeping it going
Holding my racks, but she keeping it though
Suck my dick so good, she say "Wait, I'm goated"
Got LooseLeaf smoke, it keep me going
Count my suck up, bitch already knowin'
She got me tight though, almost lost my focus
All these hoes phony, these new niggas poser
I ain't never seen thirty racks stuffed in a folder
I ain't never seen gay girls fuck to bipolar
Drop blood in my soda, then bend her all over
All over the sofa, I'm chiеfin' like Sosa, Trap cult
Trap cult, bitch, you already know, it's Trap cult
[Verse 2: yuke]
I told the bitch, "Lеave me alone," 'cause I'm boofin'
Cult in her wrist, yeah, I know she not new to this
Young niggas going up, and yuke proving it
Niggas mad as fuck, yuke and yen stay doing shit
I don't give a fuck, nigga, toting on full clip, yeah, funny fuck nigga
I'll drive by, hit you on your trunk, nigga
I'll drive by, hit you and your slut, nigga
Ayy, I caught him lackin' off the bars, ayy
I was geekin' up on Mars too
You shop at Saks, and Zara too
Touchin real pape', I count up blue
Me and yen, really stuck to the loot
Stuck to the loot like some motherfuckin' glue
Shoot at the boot, it's snake in my boot
Catch a snake, nigga, all I know is shoot
Shit, what do you think? He don't know what to do
Slide with that chop', and my hoe goth too
We don't give a fuck, nigga, we gon' go slide on you
Pull up ten-deep, niggas really hopped out on you
You wanna- what?
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