20 Min (sped) ft. A3 Lyrics

I said, girl, why you keep calling

We sipping the tris and the tonic

Aim on that lil' n***a head like a bonnet

I see the opps and they running like

sonic

I am that n***a you know that you not him

She let me visit her bikini bottom

N****s be falling Im calling them autumn

Sipping that Don Julio at the bottle

I met that girl right up at my show

Got a spliff in that pack and we hit a ghost

All these bitches, they lame and they do the most

Put that n***a on blast and we shoot his folks

Got a bag and you know that we getting more

And you know that I'm putting my city on

Made it clap and you know that I get the chrome

Leave that bitch in the past and we moving on

Yeah bitch I be getting dough

I ain't even blow up and they stole my flow

I can't fuck on that bitch so original Suck my dick with the spit like a silly hoe

I'ma have 50 mil when I'm 50 tho

Eat me up like a militant spiritual

I go Proverbs, bitch, I go biblical

Still a hating ass n***a, that's pitiful

Still in love with this bitch, but it's minimal

Fuck a head shot shit it get critical

And that bitch call me papi, that's typical

Pussy n***a get popped so invisible

Got a chopper it look like it digital Give me top and I need a shit visual

I don't fuck with a hoe without principle

I go straight to that bottom like criminal

Hold on, get popped like a Advil

I'ma star that's what my mom and dad said

I went chopping this shit like a bad kid Light the flame and that bitch, get the matches

Get to fuckin that hoe on the mattress She got mad cause I nut on her lashes

N****s mad cause my pockets the fattest

N****s mad cause they hoes living lavish

I said, girl, why you keep calling

We sippin' the tris and the tonic

Aim on that lil' n***a head like a bonnet

I see the opps and they running like

sonic

I am that n***a you know that you not him

She let me visit her bikini bottom

N****s be falling I calling them autumn

Sipping that Don Julio at the bottom

I met that girl right up at my show

Got a spliff in that pack and we hit a ghost

All these bitches, they lame and they do the most

Put that n***a on blast and we shoot his folks

Got a bag and you know that we gettin' more

And you know that I'm putting'my city on

Made it clap and, you know that I get the chrome

Leave that bitch in the past and we moving on