Fah fah, Fah fah, Fah fah, Fah fah fah fah
Hit a n#gg# up call it Tupac, she tryna play my song on a boombox
I’m in the back and I’m chillin’ with two thots, look at that girl like, “Man that b#tch too hot”
Shawty told all them ’cause I got two glocks
Jumped off the porch, now I’m on the rooftop
Aye aye, aye aye
Bad lil’ b#tch, she givin’ me knowledge
Shawty real fine, and she go to college
I gave that girl all the money in my wallet
Me and my n#gg#s you know that we ballin’
I brought the 40′ and bro brought the mannequin
Me and my n#gg#s yeah, we never lackin’
40′ gon’ make that boy dance, Michael Jackson
n#gg#s is mad ’cause the paper, I’m stackin’
It’s gettin’ rеal messy, think I need a napkin
Told that boy Millie K to hand me thе Mac 10
No I’m not crip, but I get it crackin’
If I see your hoe, I’ma blow her back in
Look at your boy, I’m paper chasin’
I’m soundin’ like Dami, no reparations
Me and my bros goin’ on vacation
Like Quavo I can’t wait to say that we made it
Call me Santana cause I stay on go, I’m sorry bro I ain’t try to steal your flow
I’m 4’2″ in real life, I stand on my money I’m 5’2″
Yo #ss been talkin’, can’t wait ’til we find you
I stick to your hoe just like she some fine glue
No King Von, but n#gg# she mine too
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Cl4pers Lyrics – Want Me