Lyrics : 







I told my people to wait on it 
They dont fuck with you, they’ll hate on it
No, they dont fuck with you 
44 on a European shoe 
Way colder than Aspen, her nigga a has been 
I got some fly shit on, now my bitch wanna match me
My pockets on thigh pad like I’m bout to run a route
Like I’m bout to run 
Niggas be cloning everyday, I’m still having fun
Buddy got that bitch on em, he still came in the club
Everybody put ya mf hands up 
I’m in ya head, getting on ya nerves some like dandruff
Nigga I was at my worse, I still put in work 
Nigga had to man up 
Hoe got a lot of ass on her, talking bout can I handle her 
Had to learn this shit on my own, no help nigga I went manual 

Had to start it from zero 
Rock all black like a emo
Want me to save her, no hero
I might go around ya like a euro 

Add a S on the end, the hoes coming plural
On that outer space shit, shoutout Pluto
My pockets real big talking sumo
I can’t catch no grenade, ian Bruno 
I can count the money up put it up, count it again that just what I do tho
Dodging the hate like a running back nigga I’m running through that shit like- 

Holon she wanna know how I look in person
Niggas a hate tryna make it personal
Ima keep it cool brush it off, bigger person
Stomp the gas in that bitch I might get the swerving 
It might get to spinning, they might catch em slipping 
Black tint, riding presidential
Black tint, on a black whip 
This shit never ending, brodie still spinning 

They not tryna leave a witness 
Bitch gone off a Pink Whitney
She want the shots of that Taylor
She want my last name-
Bit want the shots of that Casa 
Straight in her mouth out the bottle 
Bro poured up some drank not Moscato
This bitch having some ass like she Latto 
She look good in the face like a model
It’s m o b, you know the motto
I roll up green hit up Trevo 

This shit in my hands, but it is not play-doh
I get that real dough
I fuck up ya mind like a riddle 
From Pluto to Mars, Bruno
Smashing in out them cars, we too gone
Let me tell ya something that I do know


I told my people to wait on it 
They dont fuck with you, they’ll hate on it
No, they dont fuck with you 
44 on a European shoe 
Way colder than Aspen, her nigga a has been 
I got some fly shit on, now my bitch wanna match me
My pockets on thigh pad like I’m bout to run a route
Like I’m bout to run 
Niggas be cloning everyday, I’m still having fun
Buddy got that bitch on em, he still came in the club
Everybody put ya mf hands up 
I’m in ya head, getting on ya nerves some like dandruff
Nigga I was at my worse, I still put in work 
Nigga had to man up 
Hoe got a lot of ass on her, talking bout can I handle her 
Had to learn this shit on my own, no help nigga I went manual 

Had to start it from zero 
Rock all black like a emo
Want me to save her, no hero
I might go around ya like a euro 

I might go around ya like a euro

euro (daniellara)

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