Reattached ft. Nfg Glockey540 Lyrics

Like why the hell he talkin down

I'm 'gone put on for my town

Text this bitch she like a napkin cause the way she wipe me down

I drop a mixtape not a album but they fuckin' with the outcome

He in the middle call him Malcolm

I got bands his bitch can count 'em

Said he get bands but where they at

Get the fuck out your feelings and go get a bag

Had to run up the bag and put him in the past

Why you speaking on me I put you on the map

Yeah she hit my phone alright okay

Hop in the whip and I get paid

She hit my phone asking do you 'wanna fuck okay

I kick her out when I nut go away

(Bro what)

Tell that boy he 'cannot run with the gang

He looking like Fortnite he don't got no aim

And I dunk on the scene like NBA

She point at her man and I thought he was gay

Yeah bro got extended mags all in the clip

My bro steady writing he making a list

If we send a hit then we ain't 'gonna miss

Cause I wanna rock out just like

(Uh, woah damn, damn)

I take that bitch to Japan

My pockets stay full it's all bands

Tell that bitch to pull up where I am

I cannot wifey that bitch she a nat-nat

She hit my dm so I had to tap that

I hit her once I record it on Snapchat She got a nigga tell that nigga back back

Rockin' all black like a extra at donda

She call me daddy but I'm not her father

Dunk on a nigga just like I'm Mo Bamba

Get her aroused ima' call that bitch Ronda

Shoot up the scene like I'm Rambo

Leave a bitch nigga stuck like a scarecrow

Keep the strap on me just like it's Velcro

I just want the head so lil' bitch keep your legs closed

(Woah, oh)

(I just want the head so lil bitch keep your legs closed)

(Just want the head so lil bitch keep your legs closed)

(Woah, oh)

(Just want the head so lil bitch keep your legs closed)

(Yeah, woah, yeah)

Like why the hell he talkin' down

I'm gone' put on for my town

Text this bitch she like a napkin cause the way she wipe me down

I drop a mixtape not a album but they fuckin' with the outcome

He in the middle call him Malcolm

I got bands his bitch can count 'em

Said he get bands but where they at

Get the fuck out your feelings and go get a bag

Had to run up the bag and put him in the past

Why you speaking on me I put you on the map

Yeah she hit my phone alright okay

Hop in the whip and I get paid

She hit my phone asking me 'wanna fuck okay

I kick her out when I nut go away