(Whatcha gon do with all that junk
All that junk inside that trunk
I’ma get, get get get you drunk
Get you love drunk off my hump
Is this GLVCK
Whatcha gon do with all that #ss
All that #ss inside them jeans
I’ma make make make make you scream
Make you scream make make make you scream
Cause of my hump)
She bad tryna make sum sh#t
She got a fat #ss gon shake that sh#t
19 on my hip I’m gon bang that sh#t
EBK n#gg#s snakes and sh#t
She wanna f#ck to setty
Catch a opp i’m like
EVERYTHING DEADY
n#gg# play this sh#t could get deadly
n#gg# try to move wock
I’m acting like Melly
This summer sh#t going up
Got the knocks wit the beam
Always tucked
Got a baddie and she wanna f#ck
Can’t jack i’m ya opp
If i never got touched
Baby I’m just tryna party
All my ooters roll shooters Wit Marley
n#gg#s hate
They tryna stop me
Seen me before
You shoulda flocked me
QDot and Synny be tweakin
She was only my bae
For the weekend
n#gg#s mad butt
Why the f#ck is you speaking
Call Dee to line em
Leave em bleedin
Off a perc
Feel like Setty or Dougie
Getting famous
And you cannot touch me
It’s hot I don’t care bout the weather
But I’ll still keep a knock in the sweater
She know the sinners do it better
Boy tried to play he got put on a stretcher
YPYD
You play you dead
DTB cs ya b#tch was jus givin me head
Call up Shaun Rixhh broski ready to oot sh#t
Catch a opp leave his mama clueless
It’s summer yeah I’m tryna chill
Call Mar MoveTact be ready to drill
Jay Savv ready to spin through
Call all my ooters we ready to end you
n#gg#s know I get slimy
These n#gg#s they not on timin
Bullets hit em like lighting
Got a knock yea I’m not fighting
I got a freak and she wanna f#ck Like what
Call up D-Wizz he gon back out the chop
Tai not blood but he not ready to pop
You know the two tone on the block
That’s another body drop
Shawty outside and she shakin her #ss
Gang got it tucked in the flag
I’m single and I’m outside while ya gf tryna act bad
She heard Pain and wanna f#ck to my vocals
Don’t like nobody
I’m antisocial
Shawty got the knock in her Birkin
I text her bestie now her hurting
I got love all of my shawtys
Call up Eli get you slapped wit the 40
For the bros, I love for the dawgz
To my exes homegirls know I love em all
Promise you I’m a tote on the ratchet
On the court I’m a shoot wit a basket
n#gg#s know that they been makin bricks
Yeah I got ya ex and now you pissed
n#gg#s know that I been up now
Need a Cuban
A two-tone
And bust down
56 Sinners n#gg#s know we the best
He was talking hot he got shot in his chest
n#gg#s know that I been made it
I’m f#ckin ya b#tch now you face it
Yeah I’m all in her mouth how I’m tastin
n#gg#s stay talkin got a Glock Ima bang it
Glahh
Glahh
Glahh
Glahh Glahh Boom
56 Sinner the f#ckin gang you heard
Uh-uh
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RDot BinFlossin Lyrics – My Humps