Shedeur Sanders
okgutta & Luvv Rell
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Told that nigga, "Get the f*ck up out the way" Before I punch you in your motherfucking face Bitch, I'm a star, I don't got no time to waste I take your bitch home and then I fornicate I'm sipping wock, yeah, until I fucking snore Already know what's up, her panties on the floor Bust down my wrist, yeah, I feel like I'm Shedeur Bust down that bitch, yeah, until her legs are sore Slap in my 30 round clip, tuck it in my drawers Hotboxing the whip, yea, smoke fill up my pores G 26, this baby Glock, walk down and abort him Beat him with this Glock, I didn't send no shots to life support him Walking round, suited up, who wan' get into it On Codeine, slurring words, she said I sound stupid She don't understand this shit I make, This gangster music Beat you with this stick, I walk you down, with this tooly Yeah, we finna fuckin' blow you down, then we peelin' Yeah, we slide and we don't make a sound, when we creepin' Yeah, she like the way I put it down, yeah she freaky By the pound, we blowing this shit down, yeah we geeking I'm tweaking, like a snow cone, yeah I'm freezing No that lil' hoe can't get saved, no matter how much she pleading Roll up doja everyday, yeah, I love to touch the ceiling I smoke indica or hybrid, it depend on how I'm feelin' Woah, this lil' hoe she riding me slow Woah, took a pill now I'm starting to float Woah, bodies they hitting the floor Woah, me and my niggas on go Like a carousel, we spin on every block Don't got ya stick? Guarantee you getting shot Four steps ahead, bitch, all I do is plot Got on my ravers everyday that's how I rock Yuh, I can't stand up I'm leanin' off the wok Trigger finger itching catch a nigga, hang em' make em' drop Niggas sweet, I do stick-ups on em', it's a lollipop Play around with my chicken, then its beef turn him to stock Walking round with my extension on me, you tell by the way I walk She just a nat, she not tryna f*ck my homie I'm finna get the bitch blocked Yea, I'm falling off, I'm smoking hybrid gas Man its OTB I fell in love with bags Knock you down, then I go home switch out the mag I'm falling asleep while standing up, I'm drinking bad Come around me smoking bullshit, that shit ass Oh yea, as soon as I see him up this 50 on his ass Oh yea, huh, I walk up on him, click clack Yea, yea, snake him, snake him, snake him with the Mac With the Kriss Vector, oh yea, I'll spazz With a SPAS-12 on me, boy I'll send him back Tryna smoke you down, where you at Twin gen 2's, knock him back
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Written by: DaRell Scholl, James Crawford
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