Follow Thru
Follow Thru

OG Tatum, Yvngshad, Kam Mcnasty, Ravon E. - Follow Thru Lyrics

Oct 6, 2021
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Follow Thru Lyrics

(Ay, Uh)
Kam said he finna talk that shit, i'm finna follow suit
Bitch ass nigga been a fan, I ain't finna follow you
Told that bitch to swallow me
Pull from 3, no follow through
Disrespectful nigga, bet I dog a bitch like marmaduke
Nigga pulled up on me tryna cop pleas
I ain't have shit to say
Nigga pulled up on me tryna cop P's
He ain't have shit to pay
Up this big ass bitch and it's gon eat ya
Bet it split ya face
I guess it's lit today
Tatum fyed up all my damn weed, we smoked a zip today
Scale batteries dead so guess them bitches gotta get flipped today
Shh, his bitch got flipped today
Ay, my dawg touch triple beams
And I mix gas with nicotine
Told my plug to go up on that number, I need 4 this week
Nigga talk that shit like everyday
I'm at his door this week
I could fuck that nigga bitch today (Shh
I bet her throat is weak
If he with his bitch, I can't spare him
Better tote that heat
Treat his bitch ass like he a child, the pistol poke his cheek
(Ay)
On yo dead dawg, when you seen me, you ain't try to speak
Hit you in yo shit, I swear to god I bet not hear a peep
Ay, ran off on the plug, swear to god I put the k in kreep
Carrying that lil ass gun, yo shit so obsolete
I can press delete
You ain't really in no beef
Cause if you was tryna catch a hat, yo gun wouldn't be under yo seat
Yeah I got my guns but I wanted to fight, see if I still got it
Shad shot em in the chest, i was aiming tryna hit his noggin
Tatum look like a nice dude
But I swear to god, he'll catch a body
Ravon just got the drop
And he just got us a new shotty
Shh, but you ain't hear that
She ride dick just like a hellcat
Uh, Come her
Get yo lick back
He coppin pleas, ion hear that
Plug just gave me another strain
I don't even know what i'm smoking on
Got a bitch from new orleans, she only give me
Superdome
Soldier bitch from the ninth ward tryna serve me a lil daiquiri
Ran up them racks, this shit feel just like a track meet
(Ran up them racks, this shit feel just like a track meet)
(Ran up them racks, this shit feel just like a track meet)
I got ya cuh
I'm just finna talk my shit
I'm feeling like lil boosie when that nigga dropped who want beef with me
Shad in the passenger shooting shit, shells done hit my seat
Driving with the lights off, they ain't see shit so the hit was clean
These niggas in here with the devil, having a meet and greet
9 With nigga, bet she suck me til I fall asleep
I'm leaving early in the morning, I'm saying she can't hear a creep
Text my old hoe that I miss ya
Do you wanna be with me?
Text that hoe sweet shìt, cool shit
Talking bout energy
Got a double text from a thick bitch, say she wanna sleep with me
Replied in the morning, i was lying, said I fell asleep
That hoe playing with that pussy
I said fuck it, let me beat my meat
When I wake up in the morning, I take a shot of hennessy
I don't smoke but Im with the smoke
These hoes so cutthroat
Been that nigga since jump ropes
Police ask, say I don't know
I like my hoes with a camel toe, I'm with the bros
We on the road, Shad sell the Os, Kam a pro
Tatum hit hoes in a row
These girls done popped a perc, they on a roll
Money call, I'm on the go
Tryna cop some 3s, tell the plug i need it for the low
I rap it fast or I rap it slow
These hoes play with they nose
Blow for blow, they smoking weed right out the bowl
This rap shit, we next to blow
We dropping hits while we in the yo and that's fasho
You'll get it on the next episode
Bitch

(Ay, Uh)
Kam said he finna talk that shit, i'm finna follow suit
Bitch ass nigga been a fan, I ain't finna follow you
Told that bitch to swallow me
Pull from 3, no follow through
Disrespectful nigga, bet I dog a bitch like marmaduke
Nigga pulled up on me tryna cop pleas
I ain't have shit to say
Nigga pulled up on me tryna cop P's
He ain't have shit to pay
Up this big ass bitch and it's gon eat ya
Bet it split ya face
I guess it's lit today
Tatum fyed up all my damn weed, we smoked a zip today
Scale batteries dead so guess them bitches gotta get flipped today
Shh, his bitch got flipped today
Ay, my dawg touch triple beams
And I mix gas with nicotine
Told my plug to go up on that number, I need 4 this week
Nigga talk that shit like everyday
I'm at his door this week
I could fuck that nigga bitch today (Shh
I bet her throat is weak
If he with his bitch, I can't spare him
Better tote that heat
Treat his bitch ass like he a child, the pistol poke his cheek
(Ay)
On yo dead dawg, when you seen me, you ain't try to speak
Hit you in yo shit, I swear to god I bet not hear a peep
Ay, ran off on the plug, swear to god I put the k in kreep
Carrying that lil ass gun, yo shit so obsolete
I can press delete
You ain't really in no beef
Cause if you was tryna catch a hat, yo gun wouldn't be under yo seat
Yeah I got my guns but I wanted to fight, see if I still got it
Shad shot em in the chest, i was aiming tryna hit his noggin
Tatum look like a nice dude
But I swear to god, he'll catch a body
Ravon just got the drop
And he just got us a new shotty
Shh, but you ain't hear that
She ride dick just like a hellcat
Uh, Come her
Get yo lick back
He coppin pleas, ion hear that
Plug just gave me another strain
I don't even know what i'm smoking on
Got a bitch from new orleans, she only give me
Superdome
Soldier bitch from the ninth ward tryna serve me a lil daiquiri
Ran up them racks, this shit feel just like a track meet
(Ran up them racks, this shit feel just like a track meet)
(Ran up them racks, this shit feel just like a track meet)
I got ya cuh
I'm just finna talk my shit
I'm feeling like lil boosie when that nigga dropped who want beef with me
Shad in the passenger shooting shit, shells done hit my seat
Driving with the lights off, they ain't see shit so the hit was clean
These niggas in here with the devil, having a meet and greet
9 With nigga, bet she suck me til I fall asleep
I'm leaving early in the morning, I'm saying she can't hear a creep
Text my old hoe that I miss ya
Do you wanna be with me?
Text that hoe sweet shìt, cool shit
Talking bout energy
Got a double text from a thick bitch, say she wanna sleep with me
Replied in the morning, i was lying, said I fell asleep
That hoe playing with that pussy
I said fuck it, let me beat my meat
When I wake up in the morning, I take a shot of hennessy
I don't smoke but Im with the smoke
These hoes so cutthroat
Been that nigga since jump ropes
Police ask, say I don't know
I like my hoes with a camel toe, I'm with the bros
We on the road, Shad sell the Os, Kam a pro
Tatum hit hoes in a row
These girls done popped a perc, they on a roll
Money call, I'm on the go
Tryna cop some 3s, tell the plug i need it for the low
I rap it fast or I rap it slow
These hoes play with they nose
Blow for blow, they smoking weed right out the bowl
This rap shit, we next to blow
We dropping hits while we in the yo and that's fasho
You'll get it on the next episode
Bitch

Writer(s): Devante Tatum, Ravon Ezell, Roshad Reid
Copyright(s): Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
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