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Ok Lets Go!


Hey, hey, hey
Nah
Woah, woah
Okay, okay, okay, okay, okay, okay, oh (Brrat)
Woo

I got lots of bands in my pants
Shawty bad, she gon' fuck me and my mans
F&N get to spraying at your man
Last chance, we give him a last chance (Faygo)
Chopper up, we gon' make a nigga dance, uh (Faygo)
He get no money, what he sayin'? Uh
Uh, uh (Hahaha)
Uh (Um, I don't know), uh
I just bought a pack up off the Uber driver
I'ma have that bitch twisting like a screwdriver (Woo)
We gon' hit his ass, we hit him with that fire (Woo)
Smoking on this gas, lil' bitch, pass me the lighter
Ayy, Lil Kobe, we so up, tell them old niggas retire
And that lil' ho wan' suck my partner, she's a biter
Me and Kobe can't fall off, man, we go higher
And I'm not loving on that bitch, I one night her
It ain't safe here (Yeah), it ain't safe here (It ain't safe)
When I lay it down, I bet that her neighbors hear
Yeah, when I come around, lil' shawty get nervous
What's the purpose? (What's the purpose?) I'm not gon' hurt you
Bitch, I'm still jugging, I get lotta bands
I get F&Ns and spray down your mans
Bitch, we got a key, bitch, we got a plan
Stole the formula, got it in my hand
Rockstar living (Star), roll a lot of a grams (Yeah)
And my shooter say he Pippen and his gun won't jam (Yeah, yeah)
Yeah, she know we gotta kill you, she like, "Damn"
You on Mars off the bars, I don't do the Xans (Woah)
Your bitch said she wanna fuck with me 'cause she know I'm a winner
All you niggas rats, I can't fuck with you, y'all be Master Splinters (Huh)
Eat the bag for dinner (Huh), break her back, I'm in her (Huh)
Balling in the summer (Woah), but my wrist the winter (Huh)
Hey, hey, hey, we get paid
We fuck hoes, we get laid
No dinner dates, we can't go that way
Said she love me, told her, "Go away"

Hey, hey, hey

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