Round Of Applause ft. Neighborhood Pablo Lyrics

Bad bitch she the golden ticket on my check list

My left wrist its dripping way harder then my necklace

My ex bitch she want a nigga now you on the blacklist

Windows cinematic DND you on the blocklist

Make a movie in my backseat but theres a plot twist

Tell your friend to bring her friends baby Im a artist

Picasso how I paint her face yeah that would be perfect

Put that shit on when I step I never need a stylist

(Clap clap clap clap clap)

Are you not proud of me? D&Gs on my feet red footprints behind me

You get around baddies acting weird you a wannabe

(Clap clap clap) I sing my signature when she riding me

Right where im suppose to be you cant even get close to me

Ask how I got motion Ima star this shit was owed to me

Why you wanna challenge us? You ain't make me mad enough

Now go find a way turn that hooptie to a challenger

Diamonds on my neck they bussin I don't think they clear enough

If the deal ain't a mill yeah I don't think they hearing us

She like the way my pendant dangle especially when we fuck

She said I got some lips she must think Im a munch

50 bands for the srt I might drop a deluxe

Peanut butter seats and it feel like jelly in her guts

Man you had that shit made for you I grew up where its tough

Told mama this my year I got the city going nuts

Bad bitch she the golden ticket on my check list

My left wrist its dripping way harder then my necklace

My ex bitch she want a nigga now you on the blacklist

Windows cinematic DND you on the blocklist

Make a movie in my backseat but theres a plot twist

Tell your friend to bring her friends baby Im a artist

Picasso how I paint her face yeah that would be perfect

Put that shit on when I step I never need a stylist

I went Skelton my left wrist you can see all of my bones

I was busy last night you left a message at the tone

Shiesty bitch like she poo she gonna do what I say do

One rule for the guys ain't no man above the crew

I been working overtime I think I'm ready for a grammy

Im lamar inside my hood if he move wrong then we gon Jack-son

Chopper make him do his dance some Michael Jackson

He ain't my dog and he sell that that work then we gon tax him

If Ron the point then I'm the center, If he miss then ima finish

Im the one who having motion in my hood without a sentence

Good things come in twos Ron and Blo gonna make the news

We the one turned up your party left that blood on side his shoes