matics on the wave
i'm so insecure when that door don't close
3400
fuck these niggas
all y'all niggas
yung pinch and his woes
young bl$$d
boy
you saucy
bl$$d
gettin' a whole lot of bands and a whole lot of commas
you know that i gotta get bands
all of that
all of that shit
i just want
all of that shit
gettin' a whole lot of bitches
a whole lot of mamas
i just want all of them bitches
i just want all of them hoes
i just want all of that shit
i want the moon and i want the sun
juugin'
finessin'
til i see the sun
juugin'
finessin'
til i see the sun
juugin'
finessin'
til i see the sun
all of these fuck niggas really my sons
uh
no pun intended
uh
no pun intended
uh
kickin' that shit like a pun
yeah
is it my time? i can feel it
is it my time? i can feel it
is it my time? i can feel it
yeah
pull up on that ho in extended
it's me and guapdad in the building
double cup
pints through the ceiling
yeah
fauni
you know he gon' kill it
look
beach boy been gassin'
hi-tech
high fashion
yeah
this swag everlastin'
yeah
come on
girls
get it passin'
yeah
uh
she fuck every guy in the building
i take this shit to the ceiling
fuck me
she lovin' the feeling
hold up
wait
they ain't fuckin' with the beach boy
i put that shit on my mom
swear to god
they don't mean nada
i'm smokin' on bomb like osama
straight from the bay
west like
girl
i am not with that drama
homie
he payin' the
stop
hold up
i spend this shit
how she be spittin' on my dick
heard she fuckin' with the crew now
she right on my list
finna go and hit the club
yeah
i'm finna fuck it up
she might be fallin' in love now
i'm finna dip
gettin' a whole lot of bands and a whole lot of commas
you know that i gotta get bands
all of that
all of that shit
i just want
all of that shit
gettin' a whole lot of bitches
a whole lot of mamas
i just want all of them bitches
i just want all of them hoes
i just want all of that shit
i want the moon and i want the sun
juugin'
finessin'
til i see the sun
juugin'
finessin'
til i see the sun
juugin'
finessin'
til i see the sun
all of these fuck niggas really my sons
uh
no pun intended
uh
no pun intended
uh
kickin' that shit like a pun
yeah
gucci flame
all on my shoes
i'm in the west
ho wanna snooze
ho
this ain't gin
and ho
this ain't juice
we got some loud
you got some boof
inside my head
24 karats on every tooth
girl
you know i got credit
the bands on my lap
aluminum for your nigga
it's a wrap
guapdad and we're findin' your bitch
this ain't my girlfriend
this a bitch
bitcoin in my wallet
it's blessed
scam boy
and this bitch is a check
great lake on my neck
polar ice on my wrist
i'ma die with these hoes on my dick
i'ma die with these hoes on my dick
is it my time? i'm so insecure when that door don't close
when that door don't close
is it my time? i'm so insecure when that door don't close
when that door don't close
gettin' a whole lot of bands and a whole lot of commas
you know that i gotta get bands
all of that
all of that shit
i just want
all of that shit
gettin' a whole lot of bitches
a whole lot of mamas
i just want all of them bitches
i just want all of them hoes
i just want all of that shit
i want the moon and i want the sun
juugin'
finessin'
til i see the sun
juugin'
finessin'
til i see the sun
juugin'
finessin'
til i see the sun
all of these fuck niggas really my sons
uh
no pun intended
uh
no pun intended
uh
kickin' that shit like a pun
yeah
i'm so insecure
kickin' that shit like a pun
yeah
i'm so insecure