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Hitmaka
Cho
(Aye, YB let's pipe 'em up, bro)
Pull up and dip through traffic (traffic)
Blue Lamb', blue magic
I love my bitch, she ratchet, told that bitch don't panic
Iced out for no reason, can't stop me, too seasoned (re-)
Spinned that block, too tragic (tragic)
Told that bitch don't panic
Spin through it get tragic, Cash App them the back end
My shooter start spazzin, he talkin' tough he gon' see when we catch him
Ain't no taggin, get litty whenever we at him
He drop the lo', we gon' spin through his addy
Shorty so uh, bad, nasty uh
Pop me a yerk and get active, she fell in love with the tags on my fashion
No round of applause when the dogs get to clappin' (buh-buh-buh)
Niggas start brr battin', ain't fuckin' wit' 12 tell them crackas don't ask shit
Money my language in love wit' my accent, big packs on me no baggage
In a pandemic I still made a hunnid no cappin', can't fuck a bitch if she average
Look at my status, ghetto bitch, I keep a ratchet
He try to front we toe tag 'em
Pull up and dip through traffic (traffic)
Blue Lamb', blue magic
I love my bitch, she ratchet, told that bitch don't panic
Iced out for no reason, can't stop me too seasoned (re-)
Spinned that block, too tragic (tragic)
Told that bitch don't panic
Flower Set diamonds they havin' a seizure, no I can't cuff on no treesha
Dippin' right after I hit it, I feel like I'm Jeter
Feel like it's cheaper to leave her, you think that money gon' keep her
Bag different, these racks get you lined like a Caesar
Earned my stripes and I don't mean Adidas
I told eat her up, don't want a tease her
I got my feet up, money repeatin'
All this Velveeta, shit got me cheesin'
I got my heater, movin' strategic
Run up, get hit up
No exit, we leave 'em (it get lit when we see 'em)
In a pandemic I still made a hunnid no cappin', can't fuck a bitch if she average
Look at my status, ghetto bitch, I keep a ratchet
He try to front we toe tag 'em
Pull up and dip through traffic (traffic)
Blue Lamb', blue magic
I love my bitch, she ratchet, told that bitch don't panic
Iced out for no reason, can't stop me too seasoned (re-)
Spinned that block, too tragic (tragic)
Told that bitch don't panic
WRITERS
Tyreke Pearson, Jeremih Felton, Donnell Prince, Jamal Glaze, Lawrence Edwards, Jonathan Smith, Craig Love, La Marquis Jefferson
PUBLISHERS
Lyrics © BMG Rights Management
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