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Mustard on the beat, hoe Krispy Kreme whip and the wheels glazed, yeah When you move at night, you don't feel shade (yah) Runnin' through the field, it's a field day Yeah, let her bang the set at the hood date She gon' bust down, if the beat good (yah) She gon' roll up, bring the Backwoods (it's lit) Park the Lambo', took the Brinks truck Become a Greek freak when you see bucks Is your hair done? Is your bills paid? When you outside, do you feel safe? If we go up, gotta take phones I'm with some go-ups, I can take home (yah, yah) Act up in the bay like Draymond (it's lit) I might need my money like Faizon Ey, Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ey, ey, ey Bust it, bust it down, bust it down Ay, ay, bust it down, bust it down Ay, ay, bust it down, bust it down YG come around, bitch, you gotta bust it down Bust it down, bust it down Ay, bust it down, bust it down Ay, bust it down, bust it down When Travis come around, bitch, you better bust it down Songtexte Krispy Kreme whip and the wheels glazed, yeah When you move at night, you don't feel shade (yah) Runnin' through the field, it's a field day Yeah, let her bang the set at the hood date She gon' bust down, if the beat good (yah) She gon' roll up, bring the Backwoods (it's lit) Park the Lambo', took the Brinks truck Become a Greek freak when you see bucks Is your head done? Is your bills paid? When you outside, do you feel safe? If we go up, gotta take phones I'm with some go-ups (4Hunnid), I can take home Do you cook clean? Do you fuck good? If I hit it right, is you gonna let me know what's good? You gon' let me hit the first night? I think you should I'm in the pussy like bam-bam, uh, uh, uh, uhhh Uh, hell nah, I ain't no rookie (I ain't no rookie) Ayy, I bang Bloods in that pussy (in that pussy) Ayy, turn the lights off, I don’t want you lookin' (want you lookin') Tight pussy, her virginity, think I took it (ayy, ayy) Fuck all that foreplay (that foreplay) Ayy, what's up with that Treyway? (with that Treyway) Aye, that threesome, girl, I don't play (girl, I don't play) Ayy, beat it up, that's a melee G-63, I swerve on 'em (swerve, swerve, swerve) First pitch at the Dodger, can't curve on 'em (curve, curve, curve) YG, I don't give a fuck, you got some nerve, don't ya?( nerve, nerve, nerve) I'm out on bail, how you feel? Go to hell, uh Krispy Kreme whip and the wheels glazed, yeah When you move at night, you don't feel shade (yah) Runnin' through the field, it's a field day Yeah, let her bang the set at the hood date She gon' bust down, if the beat good (yah) She gon' roll up, bring the Backwoods (it's lit) Park the Lambo', took the Brink's truck Become a Greek freak, when you see bucks Is your head done? Is your bills paid? When you outside, do you feel safe? If we go up, gotta take phones I'm with some go-ups, I can take home Aus Songtexte Mania