lab Lyrics

Yeah, whoa (okay fuck it bitch let's go)

Yeah huh (Go)

(Huh huh huh ho)

(Huh, whoa)

I spent money on some Prada jeans

Get your ho and hit that once now she In Love with me

She wan fuck again she askin' please

How you street but you done got caught up By copping pleas? (huh)

I'ma keep the strap in my Versace bag

They say "Truly getting better", they say "Truly In the lab"

l See niggas wanna sound like me, that shit

just make me laugh, I ain't drop in like three months and I just still be gettin' cash

That boy don't drop for a week and all his fans gone yeah

blat

Smokin' gas it got me geeked up, I'm tired of trash niggas tryna ask me for a feature

And I don't want your slut because that

Ho look like a creature

But don't get in your feelings ho

Cause I'ma leave ya

he wanna pull up then i'm sprayin' the choppa my nigga fr yeah

You play, I just might kill ya

I been doin' this for real, huh yeah

Yeah, whoa (okay fuck it bitch let's go)

Yeah huh (Go)

(Huh huh huh ho)

(Huh, whoa)

I spent money on some Prada jeans

Get your ho and hit that once now she In Love with me

She wan fuck again she askin' please

How you street but you done got caught up By copping pleas? (huh)

I spent money on some Prada jeans

Get your ho and hit that once now she In Love with me

She wan fuck again she askin' please

How you street but you done got caught up By copping pleas? (huh)