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Summrs

put out fye

 

put out fye

(album: What We Have - 2021)


Yeah
Woah-woah-woah, woah-woah-woah
Woah-woah-woah (Bitch, haha)
Ha, woah, ha, woah, ha, oh-oh

You gotta crawl before you walk
Don't worry bout me, lil' bitch, I'm guwop
Came in this bitch with a couple shooters
Extended mag look like a ruler
Ain't hearing nan' if it ain't the moolah
Chain put out fire just like a cooler
Smoking on trees, this shit is some Za'

She wet like a sink
Fucked the bitch on a floor, had to use me a mop
Don't care what you think
I came too far, I can't just stop
Bitch, what is your name?
Go behind my back, that's how you get cropped
Stop saying you can't
You could do anything, lil' nigga just try

You gotta crawl before you walk
Don't worry bout me, lil' bitch, I'm guwop
Came in this bitch with a couple shooters
Extended mag look like a ruler
Ain't hearing nan' if it ain't the moolah
Chain put out fire just like a cooler
Smoking on trees, this shit is some Za'

For me, she get wet, for you, she get dry
She love how I dress, she love my attire
We carry them sticks, you know we gon' slide
Don't fuck with me, I advise you not die
It tore me to pieces when Brenda had died (Bitch, haha)
I tried to trust, but you always gon' lie
Four-feezy on my side
He out his meezy, must wanna die
My niggas be creeping all on your side
I fell in the deep end, so I get high
When this beat gon' end? 'Cause I'm tired
You got no reason for you to lie
I fuck with your speed but I ain't gon' lie
Fucked up the other night when you said that shit that you had said to me
And it brought me down harder than I ever been
Xannies calling out, I haven't popped one since then
Money all around, why won't you go get that shit?
Niggas talking down, I can't just go let you in
If my bitch stay down, I'm gon' Cartier her wrist
I be coughing, this ain't no fucking Covid
I keep coughing, these people think that I'm sick
Keep on coughing, they might give you pint of Tris
My nigga lost it, he popped that nigga in his shit
I just bought this, paid 'bout ten bands for this fit
I'm tryna hit it, let me know what the deal is

You gotta crawl before you walk
Don't worry bout me, lil' bitch, I'm guwop
Came in this bitch with a couple shooters
Extended mag look like a ruler
Ain't hearing nan' if it ain't the moolah
Chain put out fire just like a cooler
Smoking on trees, this shit is some Za'

done

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