Bollywood Bay Boii ft. 337 Pop Lyrics

Vik, don't play with them like that

Yeah, I feel like Randy Savage

Get this motherfucker rocking like I'm Lenny Kravitz

How you say the want the bitch I already had it

If I go and toss the oop is you gone really catch it

Is you gone really pass it

Is you gone make the basket

Is you gone keep on talking bout it or you gone really blast it

I block the bitch Dikembe

She listen to me sensai

She say that you one for me, but that's not what her friend say

I bet that bitch hit me up when this shit drop

Bet I get a couple texts like this shit hot

Homeboy was a sucker took his wrist watch

Slapped the fuck out that boy like he Chris Rock

Bad bitch lip lock

I do not kiss thot

I'm talking top top

She talking oh god

I'm talking so long

She talking hold on

Uber outside bitch I think it's time to move on

1995 street sign slide by

Bitches coming in n out you thought it was a drive by

Oops I meant a drive through

Bitches bout to slide thru

Niggas hit my phone like big homie can I slide too

No don't think so

Bed rocking flintstones

Way we getting paper you done think we robbed a kinkos

She like giving head first

I like how her head work

Ask her where her friends is

I'm just tryna network

Hah, yeah told her act right

Niggas off of Hennessy they don't act nice

I done took the bitch heart this her last life

Like it got sent to the wrong house get him packed twice

Yeah, I jack son nigga Phil who

Balenciaga for the boots feeling really cool

I let him keep the cartiers, they ain't real dude

Them fake glasses ain't no wonder he ain't see through

Hah, ok I think it's time to go

I said the uber outside bitch it's time to go

I don't play for Alabama but it's time to roll

If you ain't sliding with the blammer then it's time to fold

Ocean view low tide

Sour diesel roll mine

How she saying she don't wanna see me

We got soul ties

Call her friend so fine

Take her out good time

Then the first one calling me again

Tell that ho bye

I be flexing

Text a bad bitch act like I love her oh I'm messy

I know I won't keep her fine ass so I ain't stressing I keep

Fa fa fa

Plenty fucking weapons

I don't care bout who respect him

I know hitters really stepping

Like a beanie he gone flex him

My little partner he gone rest him

Plus my neck done got bedazzled

I need vv's on my bezel

I wish guap on all my fellas

Niggas hurting and I can't help em

Last year I went broke & I was really flipping them packs bout it

Plug insure the pack if he don't pull up he gone re in route it

Ship it to the town & let them niggas get they licks out it

Bitch up in her bra it ain't too long before her tits out it

My whole life been full of drama

And lord knows I love my mama

I been distant since a toddler

I was born into some problems

We was hurting up at the bottom

I had crashed my people Honda

Had to walk to get to work the check was just three hundred dollars

But then I came up

They can't tell me none I reached my goal to get my change up

Had to cut the leaches they look back and say I changed up

I know that they plotting so when I ride I keep that thing tucked