Lyrics
Like grra
Uh huh like grra
Come on, come on (niggas odee)
Grra, grra
(Stacka, mm stacka, mm stacka, mm stacka)
Stacka (niggas odee)
How the fuck could I lose Ima get to the breesh
Ima stick to the music I fit in my niche
I step through and yo bitch get hot like sheesh
Nigga you ain't hot like me
Yo bitch for the team, she odee
My bitch about me, she low-key
I put her face on my wall, she a trophy
Why them niggas acting like they know me
No you cannot get in, don't call me brodie (brodie)
All you niggas is turkey, bologna
Better not run up nigga the Smithen is on me
We could get it lit as a bitch, the block got smoky
Bullets hittin' him up, they strong, Anatoly (stacka)
I keep sayin word to my mother them fuck niggas blow me
And I couldn't have me another, the trauma unfold me
Every time I get mad I'm smoking shit like a bogie (murda)
Odee, these niggas odee (niggas odee)
Odee, these bitches odee (all these bitches odee)
Gotta stick to myself so I could know me
I got two twenty-threes in my lap, call em Zack and Cody
And I can't fuck with nobody, all these niggas odee
Odee, these bitches odee
I gotta stick to myself so I could know me (so I could know me)
I got two twenty-threes in my lap, call em Zack and Cody
Keep it a stack, own it
He talk hot but he lack, broke him
Oh he think that he bad, noted
I can't go out like that I'm chosen
Grra, I like breaking her back, control it
If it ain't bout my bitch I don't know shit
All these hoes wanna fuck on the kid I ain't goin'
Slip out the room like just give me a moment (like what)
Ohh I was tryna fuck with you? You deadass?
Get the fuck from around me, yo barbell head ass
I ain't ever gone eat yo lil shit, it smell bad
And you dayroom as shit I could already tell that (aww yeah)
All these niggas wanna ride in a hellcat
Shorty fine as a bitch and she want a Chanel bag
She keep hitting my phone like baby where yo cell at
But I blocked the bitch for thinking that I'm stupid
I been stuck in my head I might lose it
You know yo nigga fed, what you doin'
Sipping lemonade and I mix it with Taylor I'm lit as a bitch
Off the gas I'm zooted
I'm so faded, don't know how to act
Like SoFaygo, my seat in the back (in the back)
If a nigga move false, I react (I react)
If I put it on bro then you know it's a fact
Odee, these niggas odee (odee)
Odee, these bitches odee (odee)
I gotta stick to myself so I could know me
I got two twenty-threes in my lap, call em Zack and Cody
And I can't fuck with anybody, all these niggas odee
Odee, these bitches odee
I gotta stick to myself so I could know me
I got two twenty-threes in my lap, call em Zack and Cody
Niggas odee
(What, stacka, nigga stacka, yuh)
Grra grra
Chaz Simmons
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