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Verse 1: Lil Yachty Off top, run a nigga out his socks Niggas talk more than bitches, niggas really be on cock though Pussy Just fucked a ho out in France, paint her face like Picasso I iced out my vatos, I'm really up Yeah Big ass Bimmer, big Benz, and my Bentley next Skrrt Don't play around on my phone, ho, give me sex Watch on my wrist out of date, but it's Rolex Grizzley up next, I'm up now, strap your bullet vest. Verse 2: Tee Grizzley Five-hundred fifties, six-hundred hundreds Seven-hundreds twenties, let's get straight to it Eight-hundred tens, what's that, eight bands? Hit the store and get some rubber bands, let's get straight to it Everybody come together, everybody got the plan He came with you, so if he steal, it fall on you, we on your ass Have your mans call his mans, make sure they ain't moving fast Soon as they touch Atlanta, get with Boat, secure the bag, nigga. Verse 3: Lil Yachty Uh, oh, a bag secured, that's on my mama, bro Asian lil' ho, she ride that dick, Yokohama flow Made that shit double, got an Uzi, I don't scuffle Not a banger but that banger in my car like an airbag Niggas only aiming in the sky, call those Air Mags Yeah All up in Neiman's, copping shit, like, fuck a price tag I'm balling, ain't near a rap nigga in the game that I'm calling Nah If I need help, I'll dial it by my se-kelf. Verse 5: Lil Yachty Hmm, well shit, bro, let me get her then Yeah I'ma dog her out then switcheroo into the lion's den Gang Nigga talking down, my bro got more heat than a frying pan Doo-doo-doo Gucci 'round my hair, wrapped tight like I'm Taliban. Verse 7: Lil Yachty You the type to look around but never cop shit, ayy I'm the type to buy the store, make them restock it, ayy Beam on everything I own, I will not miss Doo-doo-doo Grizzley by my side like a pilot riding cockpit Yeah, bro.

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You swear your bitch faithful, she sent her location. Structure Tag. Identify who's singing what. In other words, I'm with all shooters that'll blow you down. Diamond choker for some reason give me pure ventilation. Verse 2: Tee Grizzley Five-hundred fifties, six-hundred hundreds Seven-hundreds twenties, let's get straight to it Eight-hundred tens, what's that, eight bands? Curate, sync, and distribute your lyrics on Spotify, Apple Music, and more. Chain on my dresser next to my indictment. Identify the song's sections. In the hood, shootin' craps in my Yeezys. Verse Tee Grizzley We the bust down brothers, check the Rollies out Say you winning one more time, I'm pulling trophies out Niggas know we out, no Shaqs, all Kobes out In other words, I'm with all shooters that'll blow you down Buh-buh-buh-buh. Lease, nigga. From the D to the A feat. Verse 9: Lil Yachty Middle finger to them niggas hating and faking They plotting on my death, I give their mothers deep penetration This diamond choker for some reason give me pure ventilation Every real nigga living will respect this collaboration Gang gang.

Verse 1: Lil Yachty Off top, run a nigga out his socks Niggas talk more than bitches, niggas really be on cock though Pussy Just fucked a ho out in France, paint her face like Picasso I iced out my vatos, I'm really up Yeah Big ass Bimmer, big Benz, and my Bentley next Skrrt Don't play around on my phone, ho, give me sex Watch on my wrist out of date, but it's Rolex Grizzley up next, I'm up now, strap your bullet vest. Verse 2: Tee Grizzley Five-hundred fifties, six-hundred hundreds Seven-hundreds twenties, let's get straight to it Eight-hundred tens, what's that, eight bands? Hit the store and get some rubber bands, let's get straight to it Everybody come together, everybody got the plan He came with you, so if he steal, it fall on you, we on your ass Have your mans call his mans, make sure they ain't moving fast Soon as they touch Atlanta, get with Boat, secure the bag, nigga.

Made that shit double, got an Uzi, I don't scuffle. Grizzley up next, I'm up now. If that's your ho, why my dick got her mouth on it? Ain't no disrespect without retaliation. Have your mans call his mans, make sure they ain't movin' fast. Paint her face like Picasso. Related Lyrics. I'm the type to buy the store, make them restock it, ayy. You swear your bitch faithful, she sent her location. Everybody come together, everybody got the plan. Niggas only aimin' in the sky, call those Air Mags. Gucci 'round my hair, wrapped tight like I'm Taliban.