Uh
Yea
Been about my, yea
Woah, yea, been about my, what!
Yea, been about my guap
Been about my guap
Real sh#t
My stummy feel sick
Oh sh#t
I been about my clips
Let’s talk about your b#tch, she been up on my dick
And it’s real life, b#tch
I’m rocking fahrenheit, ain’t no rick
Got this drip from my guap
Uh, your boy just a opp
Cookie dough
You can smell down from the block
And my brother siked out
So i gotta keep an eye
Bad lil b#tch
She never saying nah
Say nah
Say nah
In the room with the guys
Smoking boof, through the roof
To the noon
To the night
I’m bouta hit that right
I’m not the type to talk sh#t on the internet
Imma talk sh#t in real life
Y’all left with likes, i left with stripes
I’m not yachty, girl i want you for forever, not one night
Nah, these oscars giving me head spins, i don’t think i’mma be alright, aye
Nah nah, i’m straight
Bypass that way
All my goons cut through the back entrance
I ain’t gotta say which way
She tryna f#ck with a rockstar
Tryna f#ck with a rockstar
And i put that b#tch on my roster
I put that b#tch, i know
I know
I know
The way it always comes (what!)
The same way it always goes
I put vvs on my nose (what!)
I f#ck that b#tch, i know (and i know)
By 17, rocking them dreads (rock the dreads)
And that same b#tch calling me goat (call me goat)
My height like 5.6 (5.6)
But that same b#tch calling me bol (call me bol)
And i ball like kobe (rip 24)
But i ain’t even bald (yea)
They act like know me (what!)
But they don’t even know
Still rocking the coach
Got a bag that i tote
Tryna see on the low
But they don’t really know
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YUNG DROPS Lyrics – SICKLY