Woo
Yeah
What, what, what, what, what
What, what, what, what, what (grrt)
What, what, what, what, what (brrt)
In the name of Jesus, my dawg
Ain’t nobody believe us, my dawg (oh)
Me hit up and jeet up, my dawg
Ayy, wrist might get freeze up, my dawg
My dawg, my dawg, my dawg, my dawg
What, what, what, what, what
What, what, what, what, what
Ay, whole summer long, I had them bitches runnin’ through the airports
Dun-du-du-dun, Chanel black bags and some AirForce
Watch on my arm, that mean somebody with me got a Draco
Fresh from Milan, Yves Saint Laurent (woah)
In slow motion, I ain’t with the bullshit at all
You might get your head bust ‘fore it hit the car
I ain’t lyin’, but it’s nobody’s fault
Watch a nigga ball, win, win, win, win
I ain’t tryna draw, hey, hey, hey, hey
Wholesome to call, I’m a star
Hop up out of this motherfucker
Hall of fame nigga from a basement in Brooklyn
I swear to God, handin’ off my shirt, nah, I aint’t playin’ the guitar
Don’t got no time for these losers, they Avatars
But I don’t gotta got a lot, I got a catalog
I’ve been goin’ hard for my dawgs, like I had a dog
And it’s been like ten years runnin’ I ain’t had a job
It’s just a Hermes scarf, I’m in camouflage
She got her titties out, kissin’ on my battle scars
Yeah-yeah-yeah, under night lights
Yeah-yeah-yeah, wanna fight like this
But none of y’all really wanna live like this
Yeah-yeah-yeah
In the name of Jesus, my dawg
Ain’t nobody believe us, my dawg (oh)
Prayed up and jeet up, my dawg
Ayy, wrist might get freeze up, my dawg
In the name of J-
In the name of-
In the name of Jesus, my dawg
Ain’t nobody believe us, my dawg (oh)
Prayed up and jeet up, my dawg
Ayy, wrist might get freeze up, my dawg
In the name of-
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