Ea (Remix) Lyrics

I'm feeling that EA joint, run that bitch

I'm on my way, on my momma real OG shit

I give a fuck bout what you talkin' bout, say it again

Me and big bro just hopped out Ocean on neck , we from the spray out the fin

Take trips overseas, or out east, tryna find Carly

We don't sip Ciroc, Pink Whitney or Bacardi

Casa make her give up brain like she a smarty

It was supposed to be just a lil' quickie, but now we tardy

Bitch try run like Ricky, I blow that back out, I ain't sorry

Once I get my nut, I leave, she startin' a search party

On the real, her friends detectives watch me round the clock

Little do she know, all these hoes, would give me guac, guac

This hoe wonder why, it lock so quick, cause the pot, hot

Late night lookin' for war, all you heard was a knock, knock

Freak hoe, back it down, I just might take her to pound town

Night gown, light brown, she already know I'ma put it down

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, okay

Don't be like me, it's bedtime, I'm finna put him to sleep

I'm in the back of the Jeep with a freak, she want me climbin' the pussy it's steep

This one hoe like, give me top, I fell in love with that

I was just BMW, black man walkin', I fell in love with skats

This hoe cap so much, I know she love them hats

You pay for that pussy, you a rookie, I know you love them brats

Just had to cut off this hoe, she put my runts in her shisha

Get on the, she sing like a Alisha , me and my dog won't fall out bout no Tricia

Might just go get a new, might just go back to the ex, maybe keep her

Put a bomb in his , put a bomb in his pillow, I heard he a sleeper

Blow that bitch up like a creeper, four o, they know we got the sweepers

Watch your French, we don't got the bleepers, if it was the 90s, I would have a beeper

Niggas try to jump me, you is not the leaper, I ain't finna pout, no, I'm not the weeper

Say I'm in too deep, fuck it, I go deep, push me to the edge, you gon' meet the reaper

I give a fuck about what you talkin' bout, say it again

Me and big bro just hopped out Ocean on neck, we finna spray the fin

Take trips overseas, or out east, tryna find Carly

We don't sip Ciroc, Pink Whitney or Bacardi

Casa make her give up brain like she a smarty

It was supposed to be just a little quickie, but now we tardy

Bitch try run like Ricky, I blow that back out, I ain't sorry

Once I get my nut, I leave, she startin' a search party

Round the clock, all these hoes, they give me guap, guap

Cause the pot hot, late night lookin' for war, all you heard was a knock, knock

Round the clock, all these hoes, they give me guap, guap

Cousin the pot hot, late night lookin' for war, all you heard was a knock, knock