on 40 - ark762 lyrics
[intro]
young n*gga came out the 6′ with this 40
i’m tryna’ run at the opps with my shorty
n*gga got hit with a fortnite shorty
b*tch ass n*gga pull it on 40’s, stupid ass b*tch, built like dory
b*tch ass n*gga got shot and report it
b*tch n*gga snitch on the gang he record it
[verse 1]
huh? heard that this n*gga trippin’ bout’ a b*tch
walk in the trap with like two pints n*gga
like two pints n*gga full of f*ckin’ tris
i*i got a glock posted on my hip
p*play with me try to dislocate yo’ hip
sippin’ on wock n*gga, make me trip
brother in the sky n*gga like a blimp
f*f*f*ckin on yo’ b*tch n*gga like a pimp
booty scratching monkey n*gga you a chimp
no this sh*t ain’t permanent, this sh*t is temp
you being a b*tch, n*gga that ain’t temp
smokin’ on that pack light it like a lamp
get inside my car, she ride it like a champ
g*got this hoe so wet, p*ssy h*lla’ damp
n*gga this ain’t fortnite, do not build a ramp
cookin’ in the trap, n*gga gordon ram
hoe i need some sp*ce, b*tch i need some round
bro got no b*tch, n*gga need some bass
ar*556 gon’ go bow
[verse 2]
young n*gga from the wreck coming out a 6
young n*gga came up from the bricks
motherf*cker coming up about a glitch, huh?
b*b*tch i be the highest n*gga, cannot miss
young n*gga coming up about a glitch
b*tch you on yo’ ass, broker than a b*tch
b*tch i’m in a penthouse with some ricks
smokin’ on that gas n*gga, f*ck a cig
g*gold diggin’ b*tch, go and suck a d*ck
money counter been felt like a pig
beefing with the world n*gga you a b*tch
smokin’ on yo’ brother he up in a spliff
smokin’ on yo’ brother n*gga and his wife
f*ck up out my face n*gga you’s a b*tch
f*ck up out my face n*gga you’s a cut
b*tch i’m boolin’ gas, n*gga blow and writes
sat down dang n*gga do not write
that b*tch, we ain’t friends do not want yo’ brunch
dark skin b*tch, looking like some brunch
f*ck i look like? taking hoes up outta lunch
puffing on this gas, hit me like a punch
got a bag with a lotta’ guns
g*got a flag take it out, alright
g*got a bag with a lotta’ funds
smokin’ on that gas, n*gga that sh*t foul
b*tch n*gga better have a lotta’ hoes
turning down your music n*gga that sh*t foul
n*gga f*ck the opps, they better bite the pole
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