Lyrics
Fah, fah
Fah, fah
Fah, fah
Fah, fah-fah, fah
Hit a nigga up, call it 2Pac
She tryna play my song on the boombox
I'm in the back and I'm chillin' with two thots
Look at that girl like, "Man, that bitch too hot"
Shout-out to Autumn 'cause I got two Glocks (VDV got it)
Jumped off the porch, now I'm on the rooftop
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
Bad lil' bitch and she givin' me knowledge
Shawty real fine and she go to college
Might give that girl all the money in my wallet
Me and my niggas, you know that we ballin'
I brought a .40 and bro brought the MAC in
Me and my niggas, yeah, we never lackin'
.40 gon' make that boy dance, Michael Jackson
Niggas is mad 'cause the paper I'm stackin'
It's gettin' real messy, think I need a napkin
Told that boy Millie K, he gon' hand me the MAC-10
No, I'm not a Crip but I get it crackin'
If I see a hoe, I'ma blow her back in
Look at your boy, you know that I'm paper chasin'
I'm soundin' like Dami, no reparations
Me and my bros goin' on vacation
Like Quavo, I can't wait to say that we made it
Hit a nigga up, call it 2Pac
She tryna play my song on the boombox
I'm in the back and I'm chillin' with two thots
Look at that girl like, "Man, that bitch too hot"
Shout-out to Autumn 'cause I got two Glocks (VDV got it)
Jumped off the porch, now I'm on the rooftop
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
Bad lil' bitch and she givin' me knowledge
Shawty real fine and she go to college
Might give that girl all the money in my wallet
Me and my niggas, you know that we ballin'
I brought a .40 and bro brought the MAC in
Me and my niggas, yeah, we never lackin'
.40 gon' make that boy dance, Michael Jackson
Niggas is mad 'cause the paper I'm stackin'
It's gettin' real messy, think I need a napkin
Told that boy Millie K, he gon' hand mе the MAC-10
No, I'm not a Crip but I get it crackin'