THERE HE GO Lyrics

Yeah

If they want smoke

Give em the zaza

Block be hot got it bussing like grabba

Couple of racks for these jeans that ain't nada

I get the bag I'm addicted to commas

Like woahhh woahhh woahhh woahhh

I get the bag

Then I go stupid

She gonna eat me up like my name Ruth Chris

Take her to the spot

You know the conclusion

If we spot a opp

Then we get to booming

Like woahhh woahhh woahhh woahhh

Oh yeah there he go

That nigga Wahi bugging

All of your life you tried to be me that won't amount to nothing

Eat up the track Nili on the beat he got the 808 bumping bumping

One road and we all up to something

Go get that money go stack up some hunnits

Covered in money green feel like a Martian

I'm high off trees I be feeling like Tarzan

I cannot beef with you you not important

We was some broke niggas now we turned bosses

No more reggae now they think that I lost it

They want me to go but no I won't

Switch the flow but I stayed ten toes

The way they respect me I feel like a pope

Play with my bread we leaving you toast

If they want smoke

Give em the zaza

Block be hot got it bussing like grabba

Couple of racks for these jeans that ain't nada

I get the bag I'm addicted to commas

Like woahhh woahhh woahhh woahhh

I get the bag

Then I go stupid

She gonna eat me up like my name Ruth Chris

Take her to the spot

You know the conclusion

If we spot a opp

Then we get to booming

Like woahhh woahhh woahhh woahhh

Oh yeah there he go

What is the difference?

Between me and niggas I stayed up all night cooking in the kitchen

Like what's wrong with niggas they say that they want it but they never in shit

I put blood sweat and tears

Negative energy I don't get near

Say what I say give a fuck how you feel

I'm in the field with it I'm not trynna chill with it

If you gon give it up baby I'm willing

Not pull out on you

But at the same time I do not want children

If you fall in love then I'm dipping dipping

Baby I'm heartless forgive

Give me that pussy wet when I'm dripping in it

Drip on my body got me feeling different

Fucking on twins and I don't know the difference

If they boyfriend want beef I spin like a fidget

Leave him under trees like presents for Christmas

I make the call I get em gone

Roll up the za

Of the nigga we smoked

Wahi that nigga he outta control

If they want smoke

Give em the zaza

Block be hot got it bussing like grabba

Couple of racks for these jeans that ain't nada

I get the bag I'm addicted to commas

Like woahhh woahhh woahhh woahhh

I get the bag

Then I go stupid

She gonna eat me up like my name Ruth Chris

Take her to the spot

You know the conclusion

If we spot a opp

Then we get to booming

Like woahhh woahhh woahhh woahhh

Wahi bugging like that