Gymnastics Lyrics

(Yeah, yeah, yeah)

Saying she ready to ride for me, saying she ready to die (Yeah, yeah, yeah)

Yeah, I ain't surprised, 'cause that's what these hoes gon' do (Yeah, yeah, yeah)

(Yeah, yeah, yeah)

Yeah, flow through the lane

Step on it

Yeah, pour up some drank

Yeah, sip on it

Yeah, all these hoes fake

Make 'em lick on it

Yeah, like that bitch doing gymnastics, she gon' flip on it

We been driving all night

She gon' look in my eyes

Saying she ready to ride for me

Saying she ready to die

Yeah, I ain't surprised

'Cause that's what these hoes gon' do

Bitches fake and disguise

No, I ain't gon' love on you

Yeah, I see that bitch in the club, finna throw a dub

Pack a wood full of that gas, rolling up

When she throwing that ass I'm holding her

Yeah my bitches love getting nasty

She gon' suck it up in the backseat

Call her when I need a ride, taxi

Yeah these bitches take a toll, tax me

Blue bands in my wallet when I'm hopping out the bank

Yeah

New pack on the way, yeah we smoking in LA

I don't mean to flex

But bitch look at my check

He talk tough on the net

Then we blowing his head

I just popped me a X

I'm booted, I'm booted, I'm rolling

They trying to place they bets

I told you, I told you, I'm chosen

And you trying to run away from my love

Bitch I don't know why though

Hop out at Chicago

No I can't save you hoe

I'm getting paid full tho

You can take your photo

We can get faded though

After that you got to go

You taking lines of the blow

Ain't no surrpise, I already know

Told you that it's time to go

You take forever, get ready hoe

They finna know fresco

Yeah, bitch I'm ready to make it way up to the top

Think these old hoes got to go

If that bitch ask me to pound, I just ask for the drop

Woah, woah, I been ready for all this fame that's coming my way

No, no, I can't see you 'cause I got to catch another flight to LA

Yeah, flow through the lane

Step on it

Yeah, pour up some drank

Yeah, sip on it

Yeah, all these hoes fake

Make 'em lick on it

Yeah, like that bitch doing gymnastics, she gon' flip on it

We been driving all night

She gon' look in my eyes

Saying she ready to ride for me

Saying she ready to die

Yeah, I ain't surprised

'Cause that's what these hoes gon' do

Bitches fake and disguise

No, I ain't gon' love on you