EXOTICS Lyrics

Man I told bro, I said you know we bout to cut up right

He said man I already know twin, keep fuckin grindin

Hussain

And I promise bro, this shit right here bout to go up

Nobody ain't fuckin with us and I'ma stamp that

Gang

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

I'm the younger nigga puttin in work

Come from the church so I'm blessin up first

I can't let em see me knowin a shirt

I'll kill before I go in the dirt

Don't know the fuck they mistake me for

I be fuckin so break it, yo grab it up

You can play but you broke what you waitin for

You can't hop on no wave, you too lazy bruh

Lazy

Bitch I'm ballin

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Facts

I got me a wife, it's an audio date

You think they your brothers, they watchin your plate

They say I was ass, now I'm one of the great

I almost gave up, I was losin my faith

I'm tired of cryin, let me open the gate

Fuck a chain, I'm not fuckin with Fendi

Off the hood, but I'm stuck in the hood

I ain't in no state, but I'm rockin with Wendy

Can't jump out a book, you ain't never gon' get me

Sister was trippin, she came in the hood

Got to swingin on me, what the fuck wrong with Britney

Niggas dissin, bitches my type

Got a Glock and they come with some titties

I don't beef, this ain't five guys

You wantin the smoke that I'm sendin, we up in your chimney

I'm the younger nigga, puttin in work

Walk from the church, I'm blessin her first

I can't let em see me knowin a shirt

I'll kill before I go in the dirt

I don't know what the fuck they mistake me for

I be fuckin so break it, yo, grab it up

You can play but you broke what you waitin for

You can't hop on the way, you too lazy, bruh

Lazy

Bitch I'm ballin

Bitch I'm ballin

Bitch I'm ballin

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Nunu he ballin, got slumped up he fallin

Like where's yo main bitch, go get her, she callin

Hard to get lady, she actin my shot wet

I shoot and I get it like John Wick

Finished the project, my money long like Offset

Whippin the sports and Nunu Exotics

He coppin the Lambo, I'm takin the coupe

And she blowin it good cause she thought it was soup

YRS cashed outta Icebox, he got him some ice

dawg a Cuban Link & Patek

Nigga you still with the bullshit

Go empty the full clip, gon let it blow and hit your neck

Blowin the check and your side piece upset

She savin up dollars from OnlyFans bet

223 aint with the foolery

Nigga you talkin, what the fuck you bout to do to me

Nah, catch your mans, he a opp

He claimin the streets and got shot

You not from the block

Eatin him up like it's IHOP

Old school like iPod

Impressin lil nigga controllin you try hard

Like peepin the sign, if you notice red colors an blood yo body gon stop

I'm the younger nigga puttin in work

Come from the church so I'm blessin up first

I can't let em see me knowin a shirt

I'll kill before I go in the dirt

Don't know the fuck they mistake me for

I be fuckin so break it, yo grab it up

You can play but you broke what you waitin for

You can't hop on no wave, you too lazy bruh

Lazy

Bitch I'm ballin

Bitch I'm ballin

Bitch I'm ballin

Bitch I'm ballin

Bitch I'm ballin

Bitch I'm ballin

Bitch I'm ballin

Bitch I'm ballin

Bitch I'm ballin

Bitch I'm ballin

Bitch I'm ballin

Bitch I'm ballin

Bitch I'm ballin

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