Sexyy Redd
Boss Chiefy
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Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, yeah
You ain't even check his background
You ain't even check his background
Yellin free L D till my pops touch back down
In LA throwin' 20's out the window
Me and Leak in that Lamb
Ion know sexy redd, but I got pounds in your town
Pull up in your section clutchin strap juggin grams
I don't know about y'all but I got up off hand in hands
Know I'm hella impatient, I ain't got time to break nothin' down
My bitch know I'm jammin' so these hoes be on my ass
Boy, if you ain't got no hustle in this bitch, you cranp my style
This a SRT, you hear this motherfucker growl
Put my youngins on that car, if they play, then switch him down
My bitch pretty and she havin' her own way, she makn me proud
Me and Mally was just jammin' catchin these plays maken me sad
I got so much emotion off just bein' me
2017, caught my first flight, bought my first B&B
I still remember that feelin' I got when I bought my lil' first 20 piece
First time I said fuck this shit meesh FaceTime me with 20 G's
I'm a real deal player, it's a drought, ain't got no flavors
I put faith inside my trap and I didn't stop
Yeah, bitch, you know this ain't no tris, bitch, this wock
I don't know where I been, I ain't have my clock
yellin free L D till my pop, touch back down
In LA , throwin' 20s out the window
Me and Leak in that Lamb
Ion know sexy redd , but I got pounds in your town
Pull up in your section clutchin strap juggin grams