in my room ft. Lil Tazzy Lyrics

One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight bitches in my room, uh (yeah)

Counting up the racks, inside my whip, that little bad bitch go vroom, uh (Oh, yeah, yeah)

Driving out the whip, I'm with my bitch, she tripping off the shrooms, uh (Yeah, yeah)

I was like trapping in the stu', my niggas, yeah, we don't fuck with you (Oh, yeah)

Now you know, that I know, that you know I'm with my crew, uh (Oh, yeah)

We been number one, they say that we came out the blue, uh (Uh-huh, yeah)

Shooting these niggas, I done reload up in my room, uh (Uh-huh, yeah, yeah)

Hopping inside the foreign, that bitch skirt, that bitch go zoom, huh

Fucking hoes, smoking dope, sucking my soul out the bud, uh

Sold my soul, shot that hoe, fucked that bitch, I'm out the cut, uh

Pulling up, S Thirteen, we driving down the road, uh

Killed my soul long ago, middle fingers to the thots, uh

You know that me and Tazzy got connections, we the Flu, uh

Fucking on your bitch, she's screaming, got to calm her down, uh

Niggas out here tripping hella hard, they wanna fight, uh

I'm a fucking pretty boy, boy, though I don't fight, no

Loving on my bitch, she love me, fuck her all the time, uh (Yeah)

Can't fuck with these niggas, because niggas is so gay, uh (Oh, yeah, yeah)

All these bitches, up in my room, don't know what to do, uh (Uh, yeah)

Whipping the Khanjali, nigga, this not GTA, no (Oh, yeah)

One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight bitches in my room, uh (yeah)

Counting up the racks, inside my whip, that little bad bitch go vroom, uh (Oh, yeah, yeah)

Driving out the whip, I'm with my bitch, she tripping off the shrooms, uh (Yeah, yeah)

I was like trapping in the stu', my niggas, yeah, we don't fuck with you (Oh, yeah)

Now you know, that I know, that you know I'm with my crew, uh (Oh, yeah, yeah)

We been number one, they say that we came out the blue, uh (Uh-huh, yeah)

Shooting these niggas, I done reload up in my room, uh (Uh-huh, yeah, yeah)

Hopping inside the foreign, that bitch skirt, that bitch go zoom, huh

Sometimes I just be so tired of these niggas faking shit (Yeah)

I been working way too hard for a nigga to say I'm faking shit (Uh-huh, yeah, yeah)

Working with my nigga, Xlass, everyday we make a hit (My nigga, Xlass)

I don't put in effort in this bitch but still, I make a hit (Yeah, yeah, yeah)

Remember days when I was always stuck up in the trap

I'm so tired of these niggas saying they can rap

Making too much cash, I done married all my racks

I swear these niggas love to talk, they talking cap

Chilling in the stu', your bitch, she hit me up on snap (Yeah, yeah, on the snap)

If these niggas talking shit, delete them off the map (Oh)

Chop them like Mike Tyson, make these niggas take a nap (Yeah, yeah, yeah)

Do you hear what I say babe? I'm posted with the Mac (With the Mac)

One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight bitches in my room, uh (yeah)

Counting up the racks, inside my whip, that little bad bitch go vroom, uh (Oh, yeah, yeah)

Driving out the whip, I'm with my bitch, she tripping off the shrooms, uh (Yeah, yeah)

I was like trapping in the stu', my niggas, yeah, we don't fuck with you (Oh, yeah)

Now you know, that I know, that you know I'm with my crew, uh (Oh, yeah)

We been number one, they say that we came out the blue, uh (Uh-huh, yeah)

Shooting these niggas, I done reload up in my room, uh (Oh, yeah, yeah)

Hopping inside the foreign, that bitch skirt, that bitch go zoom, huh (That bitch go skrt!)

(That bitch go skrt!)

(Hahaha!)