I want Kylie Jenner twerkin' to this And I want Ariana twerkin' to this I want Kylie Jenner twerkin' to this I want Ariana twerkin' to this Every once in a while, we used to turn up, turn up, turn up Think about them times I used to turn up with you Now [?] , we countin' lead, we burn up, burn up, burn up
We was just playin' 'round but now I'm stuck with you On Grandma, yeah, I booked a PJ, just me and my niggas We used to fantasize this life when we was high off jiggas Rollin' them wankies, you done told me that you love me About a million times thuggin, wildin ain't civilizin' You Chain Gang with a crooked knife Goin' through it, I ain't sympathize Lord knows I was almost blind Blowin' smoke, in your mama housе Overdosin' on gunpowder Hopin' that was my role modеl Hope Weezy could take me shoppin' While he bought me every Jordan that came out that's on my baby Snipe And the chain gang with a baby knife Duece duece in my Timberland and a glove on
This ain't a thug song, it's a love song I'ma hit her raw with my gloves on and my ski mask Still remember that night I was at your crib and I just came from a drill My Kylie, I miss you, where would I be without my pistol? It's gon' be hard to let you go, my bae Every now and then you use to cut up, cut up, cut up But you crossed the line this time, I'm so done with you You crossed the line this time, I'll never forgive you And I just gotta let you go, my bae
Every now and then you use to cut up but you ain't ever take it this far You feel the same way like me, you ain't nothin' I got the same rims on that I just re-painted, huh Yeah, I put the Maybach on Forgies if I could You wouldn't ignore me if you would I'm puttin' turkeys in the hood too much From where I'm standin', I can see God smilin' I could've sworn I felt raindrops fallin' I lost my life for y'all, I smoked a whole ID Ayy, Kylie Jenner where you at I'm goin' Scottie Baby, where should I meet you? [?] , I'll teach you, shawty
I could see the Moon, at a shot [?] I can see the Moon I'm walking on the Moon Put a cut down and a blunt up But once in a blue Moon, I'll turn up off it I had to let you go, you had me so exhausted Bought my grandma a mansion, she rather stay in the forest My granny ducked off in the woods but you know what I'm tryna say I come through beatin' 'round the bush my snipers on the roof Throwin' money in the hood You ain't never seen a vulture cry, you lookin' at a wolf I don't cry, love I'm just barkin' at the Moon I ain't never been a dummy but I'll crash for real I snucked in with a pound of Runtz, vacuum sealed I got the same juice that got 2Pac killed
You know what it is Still got Asian Face tatted on my ribs Swallow mouth full them pills bumpin' Juice WRLD in the crib, baby I done split a half a milli' on a clit my niggas'll kill me if I spit That's why I still be in the bricks, ain't it? I want Ariana Grande in here booty shakin' Baby, where should I meet you? Baby, where should I meet you? [?] Face tat [?] On a [?] , [?] biddies on your [?]
Compositores: Adam King Feeney (SOCAN), Allen Ritter (ASCAP), Dieuson Octave (BMI), Leland Tyler Wayne (BMI)Editor: Songs Of Universal Inc (BMI)ECAD verificado obra #41726713 em 20/Abr/2024 com dados da UBEM