SylistXX ft. ilysosa Lyrics

No, no, no, no

Keep on runnin', keep on runnin', keep on runnin

Keep on runnin', keep on runnin', keep on runnin

Yeah, baby don't mind us

He took a little too much some

Yeah, Nah, he feelin' mindless

I told the DJ rewind us, yeah

Know that we movin' in silence

Know that she wit it she wildin

Too alike, we like minded

Tek nine, now that boy hole minded

Get the hoes, mind flipped

Ghetto hoes all in the mosh spit

Listen to Central C, now she wanna get fit

I put that shit on

She put that shit down

Now she throwin' a fit

I keep on changin' my flows

I cannot bend all my folks

For Brody, I'm blowin' that blick, yeah

Blitz, yeah

Still don't need no stylist

Blitz, yeah

Blitz, blitz

Walk in that bitch like I'm finna go pop me a stain

Dumb hoe, she be onna x she been givin out brain

Dumb hoe she been onna white, she been sniffin cocaine

But dat shit okay cs you know I'm in love with that

I'm pullin up pop out masserati

Smokin on this doja, I'm just kickin shit karate

Fuckin on sum thotties, we just poppin all the molly

Chest been feelin heavy up in smoke I'm on my cheech and chong shit

Now I be rockin that helmet lang, cs you know i can afford dat

I got this bitch tryna rock drip but can't afford it

She tryna tell me I need style, dont need no stylist

I step innis bitch with ya hoe and you still aint do shit

I'm doin sum voodoo up on dis hoe, jus like a hex

Rockin this hoe just like tana, I'm fearin no man

Just really feel like I'm dat man

Just really feel like i got ten

Just really feel like i got bands

I really be up in the bank wit the bread