Hoodie
BSlime, Lil Gotit, Young Thug
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(Southside on the track, yeah) Yeah, that's my buddy, buddy What about (Metro) That's my buddy, buddy, drinkin' on the muddy Pass it all off to the dogs, let 'em cut it Make sure you let her experience her nutty Put the dick all in as our ribs end up gutted Drake and Kid Cudi actin' all slutty in front company Trayvon hoodie, know it's all goodie Don Juan pimpin' bitches, black tees, hoodies Durag business Lookin' all funky, but savin' all your cookies Act to the right, red for the rookies Ass on the right, hand on her left Bunch of wealthy rich guys like I sell it (Yeah, like I sell it) And you was supposed to call me back But I'm glad you didn't 'cause I got busy I just got a call, one of my brothers got whacked It was time to rise, lit the sticks in them masses You know if I pass, you won't get a call back and If I hit you back, you know we deaded the madness Round of applause, we one to one in this battle Mama say she look at my eyes and see a casket Daddy said he looked at my eyes, he see a bastard I won't hit you back, you never could've imagined Round of applause, you think you winnin' the battle No, I don't wanna lose so I Casper I was rockin' Jimmy Choo's on my first tour I still was thinkin' like a fool on my first tour Now I'm on my worst tour That's my buddy, buddy, drinkin' on the muddy Pass it all off to the dogs, let 'em cut it Make sure you let her experience her nutty Put the dick all in as our ribs end up gutted Drake and Kid Cudi actin' all slutty in front company Trayvon hoodie, know it's all goodie Don Juan pimpin' bitches, black tees, hoodies Durag business Rich stepper, let's begin, I got a million on the coast Thousand better, thousand shooters Y'all, I been on C-Low Cash pryer, let her cash it in and left her with a note Never beat, niggas, ain't ever-ever (No) Pooh-manji, we devise, we like to swap buy (We like to swap buy) Droptop, we pushin' P, she got a cockeye, cockeye Sham, bangin' rows, they brung the prop' side (Prop' side) Ain't no switchin' sides, I'm with the gas shit 'til I pass out Now they say they feelin' us (Yeah), but reality, they ain't as big as us (Nah) F*ck her every night, I know fo' sure, she catchin' many nuts (Body count) Call in, they still sendin' boxes right through just like a Pizza Hut Put it on, then eat it up (Eat it), flooded down as my pieces up Drop the top, you stab me in the wind I be feelin' like a DJ when I tell her spin (Three sixty) Ran up all these millions so I went, copped another bitch (Skrrt) Don't let my fuckin' brother near my Rolex You're not my twin (Keed, Keed) That's my buddy, buddy, drinkin' on the muddy Pass it all off to the dogs, let 'em cut it Make sure you let her experience her nutty Put the dick all in as our ribs end up gutted Drake and Kid Cudi actin' all slutty in front company Trayvon hoodie, know it's all goodie Don Juan pimpin' bitches, black tees, hoodies Durag business Lookin' all funky, but savin' all your cookies Act' to the right, red for the rookies Ass on the right, hand on her left Bunch of wealthy rich guys like I sell it Like I sell it
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