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Hey Whoa, ayy Twistin' up fat bud, sippin' on good mud, lookin' like a lightbulb Young nigga got moves like a chess club Took too many drugs, feel messed up The bitch, she ain't right, she get left, ayy Yeah I only smoke top shelf, ooh Gold Gucci, got snakes on my belt, ayy Young gorilla how I'm beatin' on my chest like ooh, hey Twistin' up fat bud, sippin' on good mud, lookin' like a lightbulb Young nigga got moves like a chess club Took too many drugs, feel messed up The bitch, she ain't right, she get left, ayy Yeah I only smoke top shelf, ooh Gold Gucci, got snakes on my belt, ayy Young gorilla how I'm beatin' on my chest like ooh, hey Sold me a lightbulb Got lil' niche, I'ma show me a little love Spilt on a bitch like clean up (Splash) You ain't got no guap, you a dub (A dub) Aladdin, nigga fly like a rug You'll get smacked with the mug (Lame) And you ain't got real stacks with the plug Ooh, I got gas on gas like a gun club SongtexteI'm swinging that chopper like nunchuck Break the lil' bopper and leave 'fore the sun up, ayy I serve the lil' nigga like lunch truck And laughed all the way to my safe Got cash but I don't do the banks Young nigga be drippin', drippin' like I came out the sink (Drip) Too cold, I might do the mink, ooh Like P, might pull up in tanks, ooh Uh, why a lil nigga gon' do that? (Why you gonna do, whoa whoa) If he shoot at me I'ma shoot back, ayy Hit a nigga dead in the durag, ayy Fucked her forever in the flavor last night Nigga got a lot of swag, nigga gettin' to the bag, ayy I'm doing a hundred, don't crash I'm smoking the purest of gas, on sauce Twistin' up fat bud, sippin' on good mud, lookin' like a lightbulb Young nigga got moves like a chess club Took too many drugs, feel messed up The bitch, she ain't right, she get left, ayy Yeah I only smoke top shelf, ooh Gold Gucci, got snakes on my belt, ayy Young gorilla how I'm beatin' on my chest like ooh, hey Twistin' up fat bud, sippin' on good mud, lookin' like a lightbulb Young nigga got moves like a chess club Took too many drugs, feel messed up The bitch, she ain't right, she get left, ayy Yeah I only smoke top shelf, ooh Gold Gucci, got snakes on my belt, ayy Young gorilla how I'm beatin' on my chest like ooh, hey Drip a whole lot of sauce, limpin' like a big boss, pimpin' out the big house Chains on backwards, all criss-crossed I'm the type of nigga piss a bitch off (Shit) Baby name shoes when I step out Sauce bent the bitch, went and cashed out Lame ass niggas want a shout-out Chopper hit you in the leg, make you shout out I turn the bitch to a cash cow I stack them hundreds, ones fast now I gave these bitches the know-how But just took you down like I'm Chris Brown Burn a nigga's pockets with that action If you see my bitch, you shouldn't trust her She gon' play everything cool Then flip mode on you, you a buster Gimme, gimme, gimme, gimme some more All of my diamonds came off of a snow All of my choppers, I cop for the low All of my niggas came up from the floor We got cameras that's on top of the door We can see you from our cellphone We ain't even gotta be at home Get a nigga popped in the dome Twistin' up fat bud, sippin' on good mud, lookin' like a lightbulb Young nigga got moves like a chess club Took too many drugs, feel messed up The bitch, she ain't right, she get left, ayy Yeah I only smoke top shelf, ooh Gold Gucci, got snakes on my belt, ayy Young gorilla how I'm beatin' on my chest like ooh, hey Twistin' up fat bud, sippin' on good mud, lookin' like a lightbulb Young nigga got moves like a chess club Took too many drugs, feel messed up The bitch, she ain't right, she get left, ayy Yeah I only smoke top shelf, ooh Gold Gucci, got snakes on my belt, ayy Young gorilla how I'm beatin' on my chest like ooh, hey Aus Songtexte Mania