Since When Lyrics

Ok

Ok Ok

Aye I like this one bro

Aye usually like on a beat like this i'd come crazy

But we gon tone it down a little bit we gon chill out for this one

I feel like this one of the ones for real my nigga

Ian even gon hold you gang

She told me that she feeling freaky

Casamigo got me feeling geeky

Clear water my vv's on fiji

Grab my wrist it's gon leak like a squeegee

Cash stuck to my pockets like glue

Ain't gon talk on the shit that we do

And I got hitters that sit on the rim

Throw a opp to the bro alley oop

Killers with me so don't ask who I came with

Ski up we gon drill broad day shit

You was a bitch back then in the cheese

Since when niggas get on that gang shit

AOV EBE YNE mob ties

Niggas know not to ask if i'm sanctioned

Catch me a remy get cooked like he five guys

Fuck 12 Nassy turn em to bacon

Kel stick got hit in the charger

Fucked on his sister i'm smoking his father

Pockets little im up so they larger

Caught that boy lacking he turned to a marcher

Every nigga that's round me they with it

I swear even my camera man with it

That's not something i want him to do

Visuals and them glocks what he shoot

We on the highway tryna get to the stu

We in traffic we bumping them tunes

Seen a opp pull on side the car

Camera down that boy shot out the roof

Sun out that mean the guns out straight headshots for them niggas who riding in coupes

And we got smoke with the other side them niggas mad sent a hit and we took all they troops

When ima get my all credit they swear that i'm capping I swear that i'm telling the truth

Stick by the code or get fucked by the glock that's the rules they follow you claiming damu

I got a drum on the bottom my carbon it look like some titties could knock down a moose

Clean up the streets we ain't taking no chances

Run up that money I stack with my crew

She told me that she feeling freaky

Casamigo got me feeling geeky

Clear water my vv's on fiji

Grab my wrist it's gon leak like a squeegee

Cash stuck to my pockets like glue

Ain't gon talk on that shit that we do

And I got hitters that sit on the rim

Throw a opp to the bro alley oop

Killers with me so don't ask who I came with

Ski up we gon drill broad day shit

You was a bitch back then in the cheese

Since when niggas get on that gang shit

AOV EBE YNE mob ties

Niggas know not to ask if i'm sanctioned

Catch me a remy get cooked like he five guys

Fuck 12 Nassy turn em to bacon

Gang gang

Aye this that chill shit my nigga

This that Meechie flow my nigga

Shoutout my nigga Texaco man we on top

Ain't nobody fucking with us man we the hottest youngins in this mf man

We the hottest niggas to do this shit

Some niggas'll say i'm chatting right now but i'm just letting y'all niggas know what it is