qwerty Lyrics

It's raining, I love it, ball hard like Andre Drummond (okay)

If I pour me up a deuce I tell my bitch "don't touch it" (yeah)

Can't spend no with a broke nigga, you ain't get your dollar back (okay)

That nigga been talking that heat, so I dump on him like quarterback

I all ever knew was win, scored 100 off the bench

Had to make a decision, had to get a pack and learn to make it flip

What time is it, 1:30

Sipping on wock and dirty, keep a Larry, I'm talking birdie

Slime was green, we wiped his nose, bullets through him, that's how it goes

Pull up on him with that heat, yeah that camera strike a pose

Okay, my bullets hot 100°, FMJ they going through trees

I told that bitch get off her knees, she not for me, she for the team

And imma fly her back next week, and imma miss her, she take it deep

It's raining, I love it, ball hard like Andre Drummond (okay)

If I pour me up a deuce I tell my bitch "don't touch it" (yeah)

Can't spend no with a broke nigga, you ain't get your dollar back (okay)

That nigga been talking that heat, so I dump on him like quarterback

I all ever knew was win, scored 100 off the bench

Had to make a decision, had to get a pack and learn to make it flip

What time is it, 1:30

Sipping on wock and dirty, keep a Larry, I'm talking birdie

Slime was green, we wiped his nose, bullets through him, that's how it goes

Pull up on him with that heat, yeah that camera strike a pose

Okay, my bullets hot 100°, FMJ they going through trees

I told that bitch get off her knees, she not for me, she for the team

And imma fly her back next week, and imma miss her, she take it deep