[Intro]
Yeah, yeah yeah yeah
Mhmm, hmm hmm hmm hmm hmm
Mike Will, Mike Will, Mike Will, Mike Will
Yeah, yeah yeah yeah
Yeah, bang bang bang bang, yeah, yeah, bang bang, yeah, ayy
[Verse]
Gotta have a ball, I have it all
I gotta ball, speedin' too hard
Please call the law, bitch, I'm the boss
Old school Ross (Trapaholics, turn up!)
2020 Cullinan
She got out and told her friends
Told her come and eat my dick
I don’t know if I should send
I can have her and her friend
And I don’t care if they twins
Chickens be cluckin' like hens
And I pull up in a Benz' (Real trap shit)
[Chorus]
Nigga hatin' on me, I don’t know why
Prolly 'causе he a fuckin' broke boy
I done sold morе coke than a coke boy
Is you gangsta now, I don't know, boy
Why you mad at me? Why you mad at me?
That's how you gon' be, I’m still gonna eat
Why you mad at me? Why you mad at me?
That’s how you gon' be, I’m still gonna eat
[Outro]
Niggas be like, "Wa-wa-wa, wa-wa-wa"
Don't be mad, go get a bag
Wa-wa-wa, wa-wa-wa
Get in yo bag, you lookin' sad
(Mike-Will, Sosa and DJ Pharris
Fuck around and get embarrassed)
(Like you ain't know)
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