BurkinBagz ft. YungMobb & 3dollar.Joe Lyrics

Uh, mojo

That's okay, Peter

Young

Huh

Uh

Yo

Uh, uh, uh, uh

I'ma hit the e-way, try and get my mind right

Baby, I can't fuck her twice, amigo, turn to a freak hoe

Hella shoppin', that her lingo

I be pissin' dirty for my PO

Shoot my shot like Steph Curry

Oh, that man ain't worried

Break a machine, all splurge

The hotline ain't no outside

Pussy niggas say she on the high end

Showin' me the real of mine

And I can't read between no lines

Call the peepin' through the blind

You can be blind and see I ain't high

Dirty sticks, dirty car

Two minute police on Boulevard

Chug with it, you know my anger

Take all my people out the robber hood

Red-eye cap with a black hood

Don't step, shout out Marshall

Niggas ain't my offspring, boy

Niggas know my gang, I'm part

Niggas know my gang, I'm part

Uh

Came from the bottom, I'm at the top

I can't believe I'm here

Niggas playin' both sides of the field

That's how you disappear

Used to break that brick down

I rent it up and put it in my ill

I ain't gotta talk, my money gon' get her

That bitch gon' come over here

Niggas think they bad

These Glock got switches

They gon' get a whip

Supercharged them all

When he hit the gas

That bitch gon' get the wish

Kicked it to the curb

Got in my bag

They got off in they feelings

Money on my mind

That's all the time

I'm tryna get these millions

I'ma hit it anyway

Try and get my mind right

Baby, I can't fuck her twice

Me go turn to a free hoe

I go shoppin' that hood lingo

I be pissin' dirty for my P.O

Shoot my shot like Steph Curry

Boy, that showman ain't work

Break a machine, all it splurge

My dollar line ain't no outside

This nigga said he shootin' high

He want me to read a mind

And I can't read between no lines

Caught a pivot through the blind

You can be blind and see I ain't high

Dirty sticks and dirty car

Told me to pull up on the bar

That showman ain't work

I shoot my shot like Steph Curry

If them checks get behind

I hit that gas, ain't work

I make them tires skrrt

Girl, what's up under that skirt

You got a nigga, ain't no problem

He gon' be big bird

If a nigga get out of line

Nigga done lost his mind

Cause I walk with them chopsticks

No Benihana

She say she got that good coochie

Like Sukiana

Make me wanna meet your mama

Don't tell no truth, you on her

I been cruisin' on that E-Way

Get my mind right

Got me grindin' up on the bridge

Yeah, that don't sound right

Hit it out the mud

Trappin' in the neighborhood

But I'm not caught

But I know some niggas rollin' 60s

And some bloods

That game shit

I'ma hit the E-Way

Try and get my mind right

Baby, I can't fuck her twice

Nigga, I'll turn to a free hoe

Hella shoppin', that's her lingo

I be pissin' dirty for my P.O

Shoot my shot like Steph Curry

Oh, that short man ain't worth

Break a man, she know I'm splurge

Dog line ain't never outside

Cause niggas say she shootin' high

She want me to read her mind

And I can't read between no lines

Caught a pivot through the blind

You can be blind and see I ain't hind

Dirty sticks and dirty car

Two minute parks on Boulevard

That's some Boulevard

That's OK, Peter