Letras
Okay Okay Okay
Yeah Yeah Yeah
Yall niggas don't like me huh?
Here go another reason not to, nigga
When niggas got the bag and flipped it
I was taking notes
I had to give these people
Something else to hate me for
If they was weighing heart
You know I up the ratio
She blocked my number
Then they played me on the radio
Slipping sliding on Winchester
It's the best dresser
Pumping gas looking like
I'm at the Met Gala
Fresh nigga, check getter
With a tech with him
That nigga, net hitter
Whole set bigger
My big bro showed me the game
I taught myself how to play
When shawty asked me where I stay
I told her ass "Out the way"
I only came for them bands
Like the Southern Heritage Classic
And I can't see nobody harder
Let me get my glasses
I'm Mr. Take Ya Woopty Woop
Never been a Roody Poo
Knew he was a foe
I had to put together 2 and 2
And it aint no snitching
So no telling what I'd do to you
Black shades on, kill this shit
I'm at the funeral
Pull that stick up out my pants
Like I'm at a urinal
Skr Skr Skr
Having fun with the steering wheel
I can't have no job forever
Gotta step my hustle up
What make you think
You can fuck with us?
Mane look
When niggas got the bag and flipped it
I was taking notes
I had to give these people
Something else to hate me for
If they was weighing heart
You know I up the ratio
She blocked my number
Then they played me on the radio
Slipping sliding on Winchester
It's the best dresser
Pumping gas looking like
I'm at the Met Gala