Lyrics:
my dawgs wild, they can't tame us
(She play with balls, call her Serena)
And we are rich bangers, bae, you can't change us
(Tripped you up from your
and aim at your neck
Fuck with me one I ain't much of a threat
Fuck with me twice and you'll see what you get
Do it a third I ain't tryna sweat
Pull up with
I don't give a
I don't give a
I don't give a
I don't give a fuck
Chopping your heads and I'm cropping your necks, blowing up your defenses
Can
feelings just flow
You know I get you what you want, Chanel, Vlone, Givenchy
Put crystals all up on your neck, your wrist, you're too damn saucy
The other
won't waste a breath
Putting pressure on your necks
I know I'm up next
I'm alive
Never taking rest
Rep the weight that's on my chest
Can't wait to meet
a stretcher
Brought a perc and pint with, fuck it imma dose that
Smile at that lock up on your neck now let me choke that
I ain't really good at letting go, I
at the room, and I can't take it any longer
I've been ready for a drink and I'm not talkin' bout no water
Place my hands up on your neck, then spread your legs
ain't ever been so lucky
Spread out on the bed
Wrapped up in your hair
Held up by your neck
Ass up in the air
Strapped up to a chair
We can do it anywhere
Whyjay (ah)
(Yeah, what's next? What's next? What's next?)
What's next?
Pick up a check, flex (flex, flex, flex)
Came for your neck (woo) (lil'
tummy, or you die
I tried being humble, humble get no respect
Now the first sign of trouble, that's a hole up in your neck
Plus, what I look like
tried to chin check
Bought some Timbs just to stomp you up in your neck and your chest
Just hope that you don't gotta see me again
Cause I'm not your
up, better step up your neck
Had to eat it up when I caught up against
Snackin' on me, it ain't nothin' to address
Cuddle my wrist, cuddle my
dusse, ain't no telling what's finna happen
Start it up with your neck, your legs jumping wet
Ain't no need for a towel, the bed is soaking wet
The fan
slightly the best in the game
Up on live tape tryna get your necks in the frame
Christ's sake, you ain't even really dressed for the gays
Let me text you
God to stop this
And up to your neck in darkness
Everyone around you was corrupted
Saying somethin'
There's no dignity in death
To sell the world
see my face up in your neck of the woods
Ahh word life y'all, a word life y'all
That's how I, shoot off arms just like a rifle
So just, pass
shoulders
They're reaching up for your neck
Your attempts to breath gets smothered so
You lay down once again
Like you're sinking into water
A painful
And we are rich bangers, bae, you can't change us
(Tripped you up from your neck to your ankle)
(Hand it to my brother Thugga Thugga, I)
Just met
Or up to your neck,
Or down on your knees,
In way to deep,
And out of ideas
I can be your brainchild,
If you promise to take care of me.
Whoa,
I
mess up
Kiss your neck
Leave your draws on the dresser
Booty pics, ass thick
Like an album
Saying how come
What's the outcome
Tied down and we tired
Back
Fuck wit ABK and my brother you get a
Rusty shovel all up in your neck
Use the same weapon to bury
That ass in the ground so don't play hard
Put your
I'm mad wid it
Boom! I know you're loving the goods that I'm delivering
Up in your neck of the woods so you can live again
Who is the cock in
ain't even slightly the best in the game
Up on live tape tryna get your necks in the frame
Christ's sake, you ain't even really dressed for the gays
Let
the Stepside Z
And we can drive where the
Mud and the asphalt meets
Dear young gun, go soak up the sun
'Til your neck turns red and
Your truck don't run
Get
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