Lyrics:
Now I'm just flyin I'm flyin I'm typin I'm shinin I'm winnin I got this on I'm a runnin shark I'm winnin I'm shinin...
Whatever Remember the time You come in Me sittin' Not movin' Not groovin' Not smilin' Just typin' And touchin' the earring Hard time Though not
chopper kick is knockin' off your fitted cap We carry pipes, fuck typin', we ain't into that Real niggas on that nigga, where that nigga at? Put some
I write down the letter of the drive Press the colon and backslash and I've Been feelin' a pain in my hands From typin' so many commands Been
First your typin, then deletin, but I don't know if your Cheatin Got me sprung up, on emoji's, if you got someone else you should've told me First
typin' "hold on," I already stole her Now she bent over, hah, and this bitch sober She know what she doin' So I dive in the deep end Know who I am,
She say she starvin', order her some fries Then I ate the breast, then the thighs Then I gave the rest to the guys You was typin' crazy, out your
road Yeah, how's that for real? You toyin' with it like Happy Meal 3 dots, you thinkin' of a reaction still While you're typin', make sure you tell
and leaves an impression Typin' shit to say to you then deletin' it On my phone when I'm textin' 'Cause I still be thinkin' about you like every day, no
all my friends are fake hoes Double up, no triple six, you're typin' less Used to do it nine-to-five, no double shift If he don't share the ho, he's
tears...chit-chat-chat You know I'm just a child, I can't see the danger [Chorus:] Roll your rain Roll your rain Roll your rain down Oooh, well, typin' up
a fuck who think what, you niggas is typin' for nothin' On the internet typin' this shit to me? Write him a letter or somethin' Say, bitch-ass nigga,
packs like Tyson For the right amount cheese, my city, they'll treat it like ISIS (hoo) Fuck every side in the city, it's up, no typin' (hoo) Leave
loyal, bitch, I got Ye over Biden I let the shit go off the top, yeah, no typin' How I go from overlooked to these niggas is overbitin'? How I'm always
everybody lit, pipin' up? Oh, she bad with no swag, I can pipe her up Made my last one my last one, I'm wifin' her Count the money up fast like I'm typin
a Backwood full of 'Za and a bankroll full of bands All that-, all that Twitter typin' Bitches see me and ain't do nothin' (weak ass) Crop top with some
checked, I've got success 'Cause the losers are online and they are obsessed, typin' They be on my pictures having wipin', dick hole I be on the internet
the right one Intra, white one, two tuck Baby, I ain't typin', clipped like a hyphen About to go bananas Have you 2 steppin' with the dances Blue
hands, he was typin' (da, da, da) Caterpillar 'Rari, I fold it, lift it up (up) I went on the stand, told the judge to pass my cup (ayy) Ran up twenty
the Getty I keep it real, I keep it sexy Callin' for backup before they address me Hoes do all of that typin' But never once did I get pressed It's
Hard head, soft ass You know I like it when you talk back Got me excited, typin' in all caps If she don't like it, she lyin', that's all cap Hard
lil shawty I love it when you ride it ride it Yeah I love it when you text me back she typin' Just like a playground baby girl I'm gon' slide in Slide
on the WASP, like Ben Nigga keep purpin', I might send You want that AR?, stop typin'
talk no more they all text message Drivin' and typin', not payin' attention, missin' they next exit Dependin' on navigation they ever know where they
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