[Intro]
Yeah, God damn, yeah
[Chorus: Fetty Wap]
2 feet, 10 toes, what you stand on, hah
If he been riding with you put your mans on, hah
If them niggas down witcha put your camp on, hah
Still never trust a soul what I stand for, yeah
Why them niggas moving from you with the bands for? Ay
That ain't your homie, why the fuck they shaking hands for?
Yeah, playing funny with my money get your ass hurt
Yeah, before I get you right, get the gas first
2 feet, 10 toes, what you stand on, yeah
If he been riding with you put your mans on, yeah
If them niggas down witcha put your camp on, yeah
Still never trust a soul what I stand for, ay
Why them niggas moving from you with the bands for? Ay
That ain't your homie, why the fuck they shaking hands for?
Ay, playing funny with my money get your ass hurt, ay
Yeah, before I get you right, get the gas first
[Verse 1: Yung Ralph]
Boss nigga, love to see my girl in Chanel stunting
Me, Louis polo collared shirt, checkerboard buttons
Still in the hood everyday like I ain't seen nothing
Still in the trap everyday, might serve a fiend something
Juuging round the Zoo, me and Zoovie making movies
Leaving haters coolie, make 'em wonder how I do it
Boss status, foreign automatics, and my body tatted
VVS's, dollars in my mouth, I'm a money addict
Niggas always talking, what they doing? I'm like yeah-yeah
Niggas say he got it, still ain't paid his partner bail yet
Me, I eyeball work, I need no scale, I do it well, yeah
Play with me, I have your ass whacked quick, yeah-yeah
Yeah, God damn, yeah
[Chorus: Fetty Wap]
2 feet, 10 toes, what you stand on, hah
If he been riding with you put your mans on, hah
If them niggas down witcha put your camp on, hah
Still never trust a soul what I stand for, yeah
Why them niggas moving from you with the bands for? Ay
That ain't your homie, why the fuck they shaking hands for?
Yeah, playing funny with my money get your ass hurt
Yeah, before I get you right, get the gas first
2 feet, 10 toes, what you stand on, yeah
If he been riding with you put your mans on, yeah
If them niggas down witcha put your camp on, yeah
Still never trust a soul what I stand for, ay
Why them niggas moving from you with the bands for? Ay
That ain't your homie, why the fuck they shaking hands for?
Ay, playing funny with my money get your ass hurt, ay
Yeah, before I get you right, get the gas first
[Verse 1: Yung Ralph]
Boss nigga, love to see my girl in Chanel stunting
Me, Louis polo collared shirt, checkerboard buttons
Still in the hood everyday like I ain't seen nothing
Still in the trap everyday, might serve a fiend something
Juuging round the Zoo, me and Zoovie making movies
Leaving haters coolie, make 'em wonder how I do it
Boss status, foreign automatics, and my body tatted
VVS's, dollars in my mouth, I'm a money addict
Niggas always talking, what they doing? I'm like yeah-yeah
Niggas say he got it, still ain't paid his partner bail yet
Me, I eyeball work, I need no scale, I do it well, yeah
Play with me, I have your ass whacked quick, yeah-yeah
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