EMO Lyrics

Go crazy, AG

Certain shit just be contagious

I know how it sound I only love her when she naked

Had bust her down the first day ain't no relations

Bro Gervonta the way he beating all them cases

That money make sense

Free brodie dem, free woedie dem

I can't show my hand, Im taking risk ain't no controlling him

It had broke my heart when I heard bro stepped on that podium

Usually I'm on point, I should've known it was some ho in him

Like, put a hole in him

Exotic my odor, exotic my odor

Put drank in soda, serve bags by orders

V-12 they motors, right strikers bowlers

I ain't got Ebola, not sick need more drugs

Hand down, man down, caught him with his pants

They ran down, touchdown, what them niggas saying now

Bitches fanned out, cause they seeing I ain't got no ceilings now

Neil Armstrong, high as hell on the moon, I ain't coming down

We don't stop at red lights and that shit period

Getting money serious, can't go back broke eating cereal

She know I'm superior, got a section at Imperial

Bad bitch material, bought designer I ain't hearing you

I'll give directions how to get it but I can't steer you

No, I can't carry ya, no she ain't looking a nigga that's his criteria

Can't build a bitch, can buy a ass, can't change the interior

When I heard them niggas killed my dawg man I was furious

Niggas be curious like George, riding presidential boys

I be paying bonds for all my vultures, that's of course

I hit a snow bunny in the Benz, that shit fuck my culture

I'ma slut a whore, tryna do me how I did you, that shit, that is torture

I'm a man but I still sit and play dolls with my daughters

Niggas got an issue with bro, you knowing, I'ma show up

Is you gon' ride or you gon' leave, tell me what's the holdup

Certain shit just be contagious

I know how it sound I only love her when she naked

Had bust her down the first day ain't no relations

Bro Gervonta the way he beating all them cases

That money make sense

Free brodie dem, free woedie dem

I can't show my hand, Im taking risk ain't no controlling him

It had broke my heart when I heard bro stepped on that podium

Usually I'm on point, I should've known it was some ho in him

Like, put a hole in him

Exotic my odor, exotic my odor

Put drank in soda, serve bags by orders

V-12 they motors, right strikers bowlers

I ain't got Ebola, not sick need more drugs