blatts

Lyrics

[Intro] ​maajin— (Wicked, step) [Chorus] Mm, I got two hoes, I'ma juggle 'em up, eugh (Niggas ain't steppin' so—) We in the car with blatts, you still in the house (We in the car with blatts) For sure, for sure, I'm hopping your gate, I'm finna strike out, on God One-tap that boy, and we leaving him Swiss cheese (Wicked) [Verse] We got sticks on sticks, can't tell my army mysteries Po-posted in the barracks, dice game, rolling 6 deep Yeah, I talk my talk, bitch, y'all don't know, bitch, get up with me, oh (Yeah, yeah) Geek up, Air Force no 1, lil' fuck boy, he carry the one, you don't provide that bitch no nothin' We in New York at the same time, niggas, they not on nothin', yeah Too locked in, got hang time, pussy boy, you get dunked Get KSG on perimeter, feel like the sun team (Wicked) And no, nigga, I won't hesitate to up fire like Kimchi Real MAC dumper, giving shells, no I ain't stingy Twin had stick and Pelle coat, I know my history, yeah (I know my history) [Chorus] Mm, I got two hoes, I'ma juggle 'em up, eugh We in the car with blatts, you still in the house (We in the car with blatts) For sure, for sure, I'm hopping your gate, I'm finna strike out, on God One-tap that boy, and we leaving him Swiss cheese (Wicked) [Outro] (Tell my army mysteries) Po—