Doomshop, mothafucka’
Mo, mothafucka’
Where ya at, mama?
Gotta tell me ‘fore I get back
I hit that, for twenty-five bones I get it mix matched
I’ma, I’ma fuckin’ fool I think I might go hit up Deebo
He’s mean though, I gotta get my drink before I heave, hoe (heave hoe)
I keep it strapped up, loaded, I ain’t never lackin’, lackin’
I get the pack and where you at? I need that action
Baby, baby, want it, want it
I got my Glock with me and I just wanna kill it, kill it
I get so drunk, all alone, while she callin’ my phone
But the Freddie at your home-home
Aiming at your dome-dome
Goddamn boy, who be feeding you this shit, shit?
Scared him like a bitch, keep it on me like my dick
‘Cause sell me goods, sell me what, I just wanna fuck it up
Wanna, wanna fuck it up
Where ya at, mama?
Gotta tell me ‘fore I get back
I hit that, for twenty-five bones I get it mix matched
I’ma, I’ma fuckin’ fool I think I might go hit up Deebo
He’s mean though, I gotta get my drink before I heave, hoe-heave hoe
Where ya, where ya at, mama?
Gotta tell me ‘fore I get back
Where ya, where ya at, mama?
Gotta tell me ‘fore I get back
Where ya at, mama?
Gotta tell me ‘fore I get back
Where ya, where ya at, mama?
Gotta tell me ‘fore I get back
نظرات