[Intro: YungManny]
([?] on the beat)
Hey
[?] pull down your panties a nigga tryna feel it, uhuhuh
Uhuhuhuh (Bah!)
[Chorus: YungManny]
Girl pull down your panties a nigga tryna feel it
I do the opps like my motherfucking beats then I kill them
Bitch I'm lit I can't drop on Spinrilla
He said he shoot but he don't Bryson Tiller
Shorty a customer he not a dealer
I put my trust in lil' D 'cause I know he gon' clap shit whack shit, hop out the car he gon' get him
[Verse 1: YungManny]
Know I ain't sending no grams, damn
Tell the [?] we gon' [?], damn
Walk down on mister [?], damn
She [?] that pussy on cam, damn
I pop me two tens then I jam, damn
I'm tryna get up on him and his man, damn
Told the bitch kick her out 'less she paying, can't spin off emotion I sit back and plan
Hop out with that Drac, four-five hit his ass make him shake (Bah! Bah! Bah!)
Thеy wasn't tight so them niggas got spanked
My liver going flat I keep pouring up drank
I spin in that car thеn I'm switching the plates
Unemployment keep clicking I'm spanking [?]
I'm tryna put a nigga in my jay
I'ma swerve [?] 'cause [?] way
She put my song on to fuck to the pace
I ride with my stick my bitch ride with her mace
[?] I thought it was laced
Shellcatcher my niggas ain't leaving no trace
Slide with that hundred round [?]
I got a F—, Fendi on my waist
Glock twenty—, seven on my waist
250 a line you gotta pay for the taste
I told shorty "two bands, who dying today" (Bitch)
([?] on the beat)
Hey
[?] pull down your panties a nigga tryna feel it, uhuhuh
Uhuhuhuh (Bah!)
[Chorus: YungManny]
Girl pull down your panties a nigga tryna feel it
I do the opps like my motherfucking beats then I kill them
Bitch I'm lit I can't drop on Spinrilla
He said he shoot but he don't Bryson Tiller
Shorty a customer he not a dealer
I put my trust in lil' D 'cause I know he gon' clap shit whack shit, hop out the car he gon' get him
[Verse 1: YungManny]
Know I ain't sending no grams, damn
Tell the [?] we gon' [?], damn
Walk down on mister [?], damn
She [?] that pussy on cam, damn
I pop me two tens then I jam, damn
I'm tryna get up on him and his man, damn
Told the bitch kick her out 'less she paying, can't spin off emotion I sit back and plan
Hop out with that Drac, four-five hit his ass make him shake (Bah! Bah! Bah!)
Thеy wasn't tight so them niggas got spanked
My liver going flat I keep pouring up drank
I spin in that car thеn I'm switching the plates
Unemployment keep clicking I'm spanking [?]
I'm tryna put a nigga in my jay
I'ma swerve [?] 'cause [?] way
She put my song on to fuck to the pace
I ride with my stick my bitch ride with her mace
[?] I thought it was laced
Shellcatcher my niggas ain't leaving no trace
Slide with that hundred round [?]
I got a F—, Fendi on my waist
Glock twenty—, seven on my waist
250 a line you gotta pay for the taste
I told shorty "two bands, who dying today" (Bitch)
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