YACK
Lyrics
I said punch that bitch he throwing up my Ak finna fold him up
Get that pack then roll it up I smoke like locomotive bruh
Bought my bitch range rover then put Gucci on her fabric
You know she live high fashion get that pussy real wet with a passion, uh
Punch that bitch he throwing up my Ak finna fold him up
Get that pack then roll it up I smoke like locomotive bruh
Bought my bitch range rover then put Gucci on her fabric
You know she live high fashion get that pussy real wet with a passion, uh
When the bitch let me fuck she was into me
How the fuck I wake up to an enemy?
Bitch i ain't a jit I'm just jittery
Trigger finger feel a little happy are you feeling me?
Okay, no wait
My new shit sound like my old ways
And my old shit sounds like I just made
Cocaine blues while I smoke out an ashtray
Now days i gotta keep a watch over y'all
Cause Y'all pause everytime that i hop on call
But you'll hop on my balls if i give any feedback
Like what the fuck happened to y'all?
I thought we was all cool with this shit
Now it's cold in this bitch
If I hop on a track and then I send the beat back
I said punch that bitch he throwing up my Ak finna fold him up
Get that pack then roll it up I smoke like locomotive bruh
Bought my bitch range rover then put Gucci on her fabric
You know she live high fashion get that pussy real wet with a passion, uh
Punch that bitch he throwing up my Ak finna fold him up
Get that pack then roll it up I smoke like locomotive bruh
Bought my bitch range rover then put Gucci on her fabric
You know she live high fashion get that pussy real wet with a passion, uh
I said punch that bitch he throwing up my Ak finna fold him up
Get that pack then roll it up I smoke like locomotive bruh
Bought my bitch range rover then put Gucci on her fabric
You know she live high fashion get that pussy real wet with a passion, uh
Punch that bitch he throwing up my Ak finna fold him up
Get that pack then roll it up I smoke like locomotive bruh
Bought my bitch range rover then put Gucci on her fabric
You know she live high fashion get that pussy real wet with a passion, uh
When the bitch let me fuck she was into me
How the fuck I wake up to an enemy?
Bitch i ain't a jit I'm just jittery
Trigger finger feel a little happy are you feeling me?
Okay, no wait
My new shit sound like my old ways
And my old shit sounds like I just made
Cocaine blues while I smoke out an ashtray
Now days i gotta keep a watch over y'all
Cause Y'all pause everytime that i hop on call
But you'll hop on my balls if i give any feedback
Like what the fuck happened to y'all?
I thought we was all cool with this shit
Now it's cold in this bitch
If I hop on a track and then I send the beat back
I said punch that bitch he throwing up my Ak finna fold him up
Get that pack then roll it up I smoke like locomotive bruh
Bought my bitch range rover then put Gucci on her fabric
You know she live high fashion get that pussy real wet with a passion, uh
Punch that bitch he throwing up my Ak finna fold him up
Get that pack then roll it up I smoke like locomotive bruh
Bought my bitch range rover then put Gucci on her fabric
You know she live high fashion get that pussy real wet with a passion, uh
Writer(s): Eric Stowe, Garet Cook
Copyright(s): Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
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