i do this sh!t - young olt lyrics
[hook]
i just dropped a f*cking bag, on these louboutins (b*tch)
i just pull up do the dash i’m like “move lil’ b*tch” (lil b*tch)
yeah you got that bl!ck but you ain’t really shooting sh*t
you come from the bricks but you ain’t really shooting sh*t (b*tch)
come at me, b*tch come correct or get yo noodles split (b*tch)
so much ho’s up in phone, i don’t know who to hit (b*tch)
f*ck that b*tch then kick her out i got a newer b*tch (b*tch)
that’s facts about me, ask about me b*tch i do this sh*t
[verse 1: young olt]
i ain’t know polo was in this motha’f*cking pack
catch lil’ polo lacking and put 2 up in his f*cking back
i want all the smoke, b*tch all the smoke my n*gga send it back
oh you think this sh*t cap? you get no pass, you getting f*cking whacked
i’m a “540” k!ller, real stone cold driller
this ain’t just a rap nah this a fact, you better listen n*gga
nah don’t get me started, we go r*t*rded with them pistols n*gga
stop rapping ‘bout yo p*ssy ass block before we spin it n*gga
clip extended n*gga, so you know we spinning n*gga
i’m the realest n*gga with my racks stacked up to the ceiling n*gga
stop, so much cap up in his talk, put up cap up in his top
when i pull up to the spot, don’t ask these n*gga what i dropped
[hook]
i just dropped a f*cking bag, on these louboutins (b*tch)
i just pull up do the dash i’m like “move lil’ b*tch” (lil b*tch)
yeah you got that bl!ck but you ain’t really shooting sh*t
you come from the bricks but you ain’t really shooting sh*t (b*tch)
come at me, b*tch come correct or get yo noodles split (b*tch)
so much ho’s up in phone, i don’t know who to hit (b*tch)
f*ck that b*tch then kick her out i got a newer b*tch (b*tch)
that’s facts about me, ask about me b*tch i do this sh*t
[verse 2: baemax]
f*ck polo, he a pack
smoke him like it’s f*cking gas
i want all the smoke cause, he get shot right in his f*cking ass
with this gat, if you talkin’ bad we can run it back
get off lil’ b*tch, i know you want some d*ck but i ain’t tryna hit
pop up with smoke in the 30, i pop out
if he get to running that sh*t finna hurt him
no mattress warehouse but he laid down
i got that choppa, it pop for my paypal
if you talk sl!ck then you know you get gunned down
i don’t talk, no i’m ‘bout my pay now, woah
[bridge: baemax]
we don’t do the sneak dissing sh*t, you know what i’m sayin?
i got guns in my t**th, when i smile it’s berettea
you already know the deal, baemax, olt
you know, this our year bruh let’s get it
(what i drop?)
[hook]
i just dropped a f*cking bag, on these louboutins (b*tch)
i just pull up do the dash i’m like “move lil’ b*tch” (lil b*tch)
yeah you got that bl!ck but you ain’t really shooting sh*t
you come from the bricks but you ain’t really shooting sh*t (b*tch)
come at me, b*tch come correct or get yo noodles split (b*tch)
so much ho’s up in phone, i don’t know who to hit (b*tch)
f*ck that b*tch then kick her out i got a newer b*tch (b*tch)
that’s facts about me, ask about me b*tch i do this sh*t
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