Lyrics
[Chorus]
(Ooh, flip, mmh)
She wanna f**k with the movement
Friday night lifestyle like Drew, man
Come to my block, we got movement
We got guap now, like a old man
This ain't props now, this a full mag
What you want now? Life in your hands
Get 'em popped, popped, tell 'em, "Go 'head"
All this guap now, b**ch, I need four hands
All these chops now, b**ch, I need four hands
On the block now, here we go again
All these thots now, here we go again
New Lamb' chop-chop, it be roarin' bih
Got 'em hot-hot 'cause we goin' big
Let 'em rot-rot, they be goin' bad
[Verse]
B**chΠ΅s love me on my themΠ΅ song
Ho butt fat, I just might praise on
I know you don't like us, better say so
B**ch, my pockets look like Faizon
She gon' eat me like it's Days Gone
She gon' eat me like the plate warm
I been sippin' red, this ain't no saison
Zeros on me like I'm Dre Moore
Sippin' red, this ain't no Elmo
Stripes on me, this sh*t like velcro
I'm like, we get high, but could you build more?
We too high, but could you build more?
You wan' touch me? That's a hell no
We gon' put 'em up, then we peel off
She so bad, think she not real, ho
I'ma f**k that lil' b**ch real good
[Chorus]
(Ooh, flip, mmh)
She wanna f**k with the movement
Friday night lifestyle like Drew, man
Come to my block, we got movement
We got guap now, like a old man
This ain't props now, this a full mag
What you want now? Life in your hands
Get 'em popped, popped, tell 'em, "Go 'head"
All this guap now, b**ch, I need four hands
All these chops now, b**ch, I need four hands
On the block now, here we go again
All these thots now, here we go again
New Lamb' chop-chop, it be roarin' bih
Got 'em hot-hot 'cause we goin' big
Let 'em rot-rot, they be goin' bad
[Outro]
B**ches love me on my theme song
(Yeah, praise on, frah)
(Say so, frah)
(Days gone, oh)
(Plate warm, hmm)
(Saison, woah)
(Ooh, flip, mmh)
She wanna f**k with the movement
Friday night lifestyle like Drew, man
Come to my block, we got movement
We got guap now, like a old man
This ain't props now, this a full mag
What you want now? Life in your hands
Get 'em popped, popped, tell 'em, "Go 'head"
All this guap now, b**ch, I need four hands
All these chops now, b**ch, I need four hands
On the block now, here we go again
All these thots now, here we go again
New Lamb' chop-chop, it be roarin' bih
Got 'em hot-hot 'cause we goin' big
Let 'em rot-rot, they be goin' bad
[Verse]
B**chΠ΅s love me on my themΠ΅ song
Ho butt fat, I just might praise on
I know you don't like us, better say so
B**ch, my pockets look like Faizon
She gon' eat me like it's Days Gone
She gon' eat me like the plate warm
I been sippin' red, this ain't no saison
Zeros on me like I'm Dre Moore
Sippin' red, this ain't no Elmo
Stripes on me, this sh*t like velcro
I'm like, we get high, but could you build more?
We too high, but could you build more?
You wan' touch me? That's a hell no
We gon' put 'em up, then we peel off
She so bad, think she not real, ho
I'ma f**k that lil' b**ch real good
[Chorus]
(Ooh, flip, mmh)
She wanna f**k with the movement
Friday night lifestyle like Drew, man
Come to my block, we got movement
We got guap now, like a old man
This ain't props now, this a full mag
What you want now? Life in your hands
Get 'em popped, popped, tell 'em, "Go 'head"
All this guap now, b**ch, I need four hands
All these chops now, b**ch, I need four hands
On the block now, here we go again
All these thots now, here we go again
New Lamb' chop-chop, it be roarin' bih
Got 'em hot-hot 'cause we goin' big
Let 'em rot-rot, they be goin' bad
[Outro]
B**ches love me on my theme song
(Yeah, praise on, frah)
(Say so, frah)
(Days gone, oh)
(Plate warm, hmm)
(Saison, woah)