Letras
Don't stop
Don't stop
Don't stop
Don't stop
Make it pop
Dj Blow my speakers up
Tonight imma fight till we see the sunlight
Tik Tok
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Tok! Tok! Tok! Tok! Tok
You look so sexy in red
You just left pound town
You feeling like Sexyy Red
These coupe doors is suicidal
I'm feeling like Trippie Redd
I know you tryna be my wife
But bae, we ain't get there yet
My fans, they ready to mosh
You know they coming to wreck shit
My old bitch acting a fool
Wait, let me hit up my side bitch
I'm going out to go have me some fun
I'ma run into a thot bitch
I keep me a stick in my ethika draws
You know I'm ready to pop shit
When I'm off the drink
I feel like I died and I came back
You got no girls, up in ya section
Boy, you a weird nigga, how you cool with that
I count up racks to keep me from stressing
Don't hang with niggas, man, y'all be weirdos
Her pussy tight, yeah, like a cheerio
Twist on her nipples, yeah, like a stereo
Back in the hood, they call me the hero
I'm in the yams, like I'm Tyler Herro
I pour up couple lines in a Faygo
Like a giraffe, yeah, she giving neck
She sucking me sloppy, yeah, that's how my day go
Just like Future, I'm marching with Madness
Just like 21, no, I'm a savage
And if I see it, I want it, I have it
Yeah, I'm a stu, junkie, I'm an addict
Goin' in, goin' in, goin' in
I just finished my cup, I'm about to pour again
Yeah, I just got out the pussy, bitch, I'm about to go again
I caught up playing that album, that lil bitch goin' in
Like Messi, I'm chasing my goals
Tick tick, I'm finna blow
She tryna shake it on me
I think that bitch a red nose
Tryna make 50 a show