Eddie House ft. BJ Lyrics

League Player shit

Cuz said he pullin' up with all Choppers he on That drama shit

I just left the bank from counting blues, I love Them commas, bitch

Shiesty, mask and, K up on me, I'm out here like Osama, bitch

Ten toes when I'm out here steppin', but I ain't On no college shit

Yeah, I ain't know no college shit

Made so many plays up off this bitch, I

Need to burn this bitch

Told bro, he keep pullin' all this, hear gon

Head and burn the whip

My young thang a freak up in the bed, but she

A bougie bitch

I can't even pronounce where I'm wearin' i just Buying shit

Fit like 3500, they couldn't even define

The drip

You ain't havin' motion, you probably can't

Even come around my bitch

Know her shit soaked, when she leave

A cum stain around your wrist

Know my shit potent, unk said, bring a whole Pound of this

Catch ' me out in Cali, just me and Spank

About a dub in giffy, bitch I don't even play With niggas, I keep a fully with me

My nigga don't even go to fuckin' church

But he keep a script with him

My bitch mad as hell, I pop these perks cause I Can barely talk

Rest in peace, K-Trip, I don't pop perks

Sick how they did my dawg

Reachin' over here for any of this ice a

Get your shit pushed off In the club, we havin' Bottle wars, and I'm

Gettin' off

Hop up in that fast, dude, I'm tryna kill some Niggas sayin' they really lit as us, but they

Don't spend none

He seen a nigga that killed his mans, he

Should've blamed cuz

If it was me, I'd put it all on the line

For my damn cuz

Finna get ten lines from Verizon like my last jug

I just hit the road, it's me and BJ, we finna

Cash a dub

Chrome Hearts sweater, bape shoes, ain't

Grab this from some Saks or nothin'

When I grab a, pendant niggas gon' think

I grabbed a plaque or somethin'

Told her this, my cash card, you gotta total the amount

I used to work here, let me show you how

To work this out

I knew this bitch was green, she turned

Her screen and let me point it out

I beat her down, and now I'm lookin' for Another route

I swear to God that we can make some bands

This shit all word of mouth

Just hit a clerk, then devil back on her

Now they finna put her out

I'm ridin', ridin' with a 50 on my clip, I

Feel like Eddie House

Slip clear for 50 and his shit, now they finna

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