Town shi ft. Versatility & Lul aymo Lyrics

Ayy

Nigga

Hop out new bands, pullin' up in that exotic

Bitch on my phone, and she wanted me to knock it

And please do not try, cause I might just get to cockin

Brothers in this bitch, so you know we get it poppin

I'm a young nigga, from the O to the land

I be makin' hella money, can't fit bands in my pants

She trick on niggas, she be postin' on the gram

Any sucker try to slide, pop out like Taliban

Ayy, nigga

Ayy, pullin' up inside this Wraith, nigga

Ayy, bad bitch want me to take her on dates, nigga

Ayy, I might pull up with AKs, nigga

Ayy, foot on they necks, don't hit the brakes, nigga

I be poppin' out, nigga, with my fuckin' tools

Nigga, try me, send him to the moon

Bitch, on my line, said she wanna get the groove

We ain't Jackson 5, bitch, but take off your shoes

I'ma come in, baby, pay your rent, baby

Bitch, yeah, you fuckin' crazy

I might pop out with these tools, pop out with some gravy

She like the sauce on the kid, think a nigga gravy

Ayy, I'm just tryna run it up

These bustas on my side, fuck em up

Fuck em up, fuck em up, fuck em up

Ayy

Ayy, bitch, I'm tryna run it up

I put ice on my finger and my heart up in a cup

Love when my scent linger' cologne be having her stuck ,

Ima star, whip got cosmos, she hella starstruck

Too far, money guapo i be in a mars truck

Hella tac like the Sopranos last to say it was not us

Took food off of my plate but aint bring nun to the potluck

She wanna hit the grabba just put it to yo face baby

She say ima mac, my soul from the late 80's

10 minutes she wanna date and wanna have babies

Got my change up but swear to God it will never change me

Eat off my rap check we aint in the same lane B

Takeover season baby we on phaze 3

Gotta bright Future, life's good, shits amazing

Got a turkey bag, stuffin greens in it like thanksgiving

Cant hold me back, baby trap, on the roads like Blake Griffin

Real life smooth talker stand on business how you stay pimping

Say im a dog, act like im hurt, wit a 3rd leg i be fake limping

I be fake limpin', every time I see a ugly bitch

Niggas flexin' on that gram like where he at

Catch him, hop out and take his shit, I ain't Blake Griffin

And this hoe blowin' up my phone, I ain't fallin' for your tricks, I ain't simpin

Bitch, come and teach me somethin', I'ma act like I don't know nothin

Put his body in the trunk, brother, we to the lake, we gotta get to dumpin

He screamin' Soak City, man, this nigga ain't gettin' no coochie

He better get to humpin

Who got a fully on this shit, I'm tryna give me one

If them niggas stay for too long, I'ma pop one

Paranoid in the club, I'ma cock one

9-11 porch, I got this bitch on sport mode

Wrecked that bitch, then I went and copped a new one, nigga

Aymo in this bitch, nigga, stop playin