[Intro: Nemzzz]
Ayy, yo
[Verse: Nemzzz & B-Lovee]
I know here man it's mad, I pressed it
What in the chocolate pack no Nesquick, yo
Ayy, fed in here, bro where is the exit?
All on my table movin', head [?] master just wanna feel lit I get it, yo
Ayy, most just wanna feel lit, I—
These niggas just wanna feel lit, okay
If I go then I'm bringin' my stick
Let him play, he get shot in his shit
Ayy, get tact, watch me hop out the whip
Grrah, two-three shots out this grip
Like, she keep rockin' her hips
I, let she rockin' the shit
Feels like I got thirty shots up in this stick
Ayy, but if you roll with me no cap man
Blue light ten in a week
Don't ask just know that my bitch off sleep
Bro pack that heat in designer jeans
Like hе look so good but move so mean
Ayy, caramel onе, she bad
Movin mad but I'm callin' back
And I got more racks than you, are you mad?
Made it out, got this shit out the mud
Grown, I grew up with dealers and thugs
And if you ain't spinnin' blocks, nigga go sell the drugs
[?]
This shit'll get ugly for money
For that [?], they slide when it's sunny
Grrah-grrah-grrah, if he hop like a bunny
I ain't done that whole [?]
[?] LV, ain't enough bags
I know what she wants, I'm curvin' that
Your bro in the T, just servin' that
In LDN, I secure the bag
Lovin' the way she make it clap
Lovin' the way she throws it back
DND, don't ring me back, yo
Ayy, Balenciaga, bought 'em in Prada
Heard what happened, should've been smarter
She wanna top me off in starters
I'm stressed, I just go harder
Kay is the plug, don't need no charger
Bad one still wanna be my partner, yo
Bad one still wanna be my—
And I'm drippin' in Amiri, Dior, that Gucci
I know you and your friend wanna do me
Y'all keep sendin' me pics of that coochie
Bro, they keep [?]
That boy, he a menace
Spinnin' the opps with that Glock
When they up, that shit singin' like [?]
I told 'em "Give me a minute"
I gotta rule me an opp up
She tryna fuck like a movie
Free Flock, keep blickin'
Don't stop, we should've shot an opp and his pops
Let me know if you with it or not
Like, let me know why you kissin' a thot?
[?]
Grrah
Ayy, yo
[Verse: Nemzzz & B-Lovee]
I know here man it's mad, I pressed it
What in the chocolate pack no Nesquick, yo
Ayy, fed in here, bro where is the exit?
All on my table movin', head [?] master just wanna feel lit I get it, yo
Ayy, most just wanna feel lit, I—
These niggas just wanna feel lit, okay
If I go then I'm bringin' my stick
Let him play, he get shot in his shit
Ayy, get tact, watch me hop out the whip
Grrah, two-three shots out this grip
Like, she keep rockin' her hips
I, let she rockin' the shit
Feels like I got thirty shots up in this stick
Ayy, but if you roll with me no cap man
Blue light ten in a week
Don't ask just know that my bitch off sleep
Bro pack that heat in designer jeans
Like hе look so good but move so mean
Ayy, caramel onе, she bad
Movin mad but I'm callin' back
And I got more racks than you, are you mad?
Made it out, got this shit out the mud
Grown, I grew up with dealers and thugs
And if you ain't spinnin' blocks, nigga go sell the drugs
[?]
This shit'll get ugly for money
For that [?], they slide when it's sunny
Grrah-grrah-grrah, if he hop like a bunny
I ain't done that whole [?]
[?] LV, ain't enough bags
I know what she wants, I'm curvin' that
Your bro in the T, just servin' that
In LDN, I secure the bag
Lovin' the way she make it clap
Lovin' the way she throws it back
DND, don't ring me back, yo
Ayy, Balenciaga, bought 'em in Prada
Heard what happened, should've been smarter
She wanna top me off in starters
I'm stressed, I just go harder
Kay is the plug, don't need no charger
Bad one still wanna be my partner, yo
Bad one still wanna be my—
And I'm drippin' in Amiri, Dior, that Gucci
I know you and your friend wanna do me
Y'all keep sendin' me pics of that coochie
Bro, they keep [?]
That boy, he a menace
Spinnin' the opps with that Glock
When they up, that shit singin' like [?]
I told 'em "Give me a minute"
I gotta rule me an opp up
She tryna fuck like a movie
Free Flock, keep blickin'
Don't stop, we should've shot an opp and his pops
Let me know if you with it or not
Like, let me know why you kissin' a thot?
[?]
Grrah
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