More songs by EBK Young Joc
Description
Main Artist: 24BabiK
Composer Lyricist: 24BabiK
Lyrics and translation
Original
Damn, Anussa. You too cold.
Pour, pour, pour, pour.
Uh-huh.
Uh-huh.
Yeah.
Is you stupid? Thought niggas know better.
Pop it off for the 'gram, but ain't got no steppers. How you out with the. . . and ain't got no pepper?
You be runnin' with slim, hey, niggas gon' get you. You just bitch-made.
I been rockin' with the thugs before tenth grade. Told baby if that love was real, this shit'll hit the blade.
Fuck all the internet shit, we out here gettin' paid.
Known for poppin', it's rarely that I hear niggas grave.
Drop his ass, we gon' pluck him if I feel like I'm playin'. Pullin' up like a goblin, they box him in the rain.
They said I missed him, like how, nigga? Him, I got aim.
Trippin' off our own shit, I ain't forget that chain. In the middle of the street yellin', "Get that gang.
" Tryna sweep a nigga block 'til they meet that dang. They in a casket.
Big yacht, fire stick, this a dragon. Blink heavy, got my mirror jeans saggin'.
Got a bad bitch like she off a beauty pageant. Switch K, we don't fuck with niggas who got badges.
That BBL lookin', let me grab it. Doctor in Miami for the summer, she want plastic.
Underhand works, I can see them without glasses.
Teacher told me I wouldn't be shit, now I passed him. I'm just laughin'.
All the times that I got kicked up out the classes. Put me first, bitch, don't ever try to last me.
If you want me, come and get me, try and blast me.
She tryna eat me like a Gushers, this bitch nasty.
Bullshit. Bangin' with them niggas up the street, just a few steps.
If you hoppin' in this slope, better have a pool stick.
Belt to ass with these bookies, you know we abusin'. Always first to pop it off, I ain't never on cool shit. Jeez.