Earth Wind and Fire ! Lyrics

Doggy said he on the road he on the slow bus

Label called me for M I told them for plus

Your Bitch give me bring like she know us

Send slugs at ops pick your nose up

Catch a op yea we got his ass tap dancing

Niggas hating on the phone yea they can't stand me

Never seen a dub bet your bitch pants me

Shit I have to wrap it up but leave the clip empty

Heavy champ I don't really got no muscles

Got the medal on my belt so I really don't scuffle

Send to

Send to sky top shelf like a ruffle

Punchline after punchline it unethical

Shit we driving on the ops ain't no technicals

Yea I'm really him who you tell it to

Getting bread every way it's sub metrical

You want a crib I want a stadium

White buff stick on face like they Opium

Send up to god yea I really hope you pray to him

She only fuck lames so you know I can't hang with them

No we ain't chilling ain't no kick back

Send that nigga to the sky gone head ahead and get your get back

Racks for little baby tell them get back

Nah freak bitch get the fuck back

Ok

Ok

I can switch the flow up

Wrong song beat but I got my dough up

Niggas from the suburbs how the fuck y'all throwing fours up

Smack a nigga and his bitch in the club pick your nose up