Jazzytlnd - No Whammies

Woo ah, glizzy in my pants
Woo ah, glizzy in my pants
Woo ah glizzy in my pants, no standard it got extended mag
Curry thirty
Long as I got feet I'm gone chase me a bag, fuck nigga that's why so mad
Big bank
Ahead of my time motherfuck advance, trap houses in highly demand
Bando
I do all the dishes I wash all my pans, ma taught me chores as a young man
Hit it skurt
My bitch a lil freak she like dick in her ass, pull out put the dick in her neck
Throat it girl
A backwood I roll it I call it hog leg, them pencils you smoke is unleaded
Stuff crust
My crew full of felons but none of us failin, ak with the knife cut your melon
Makin the noise
I stick to the code cause these niggas be tellin, he famous on news at eleven
Swish, aye aye I ball like kobe
They jealous they envy of me, oh yeah
The game is sold it ain't free
Hibachi I whip up your order, I cook it right now
Fuck on ya lil daughter
Kick her out uber transport her, skedaddle lil bitch
I can't show no love
Too many times I was fucked over
I'm pushin the gas
Now I ride in a rover sport hit the gas boost adrenaline
I do the whole dash
What a wonderful feeling, came a long way from poverty
When I order my shoe I say prada me
If I look like a lick your soul robbery
Bad chick she suck the soul out of me
That perc hit better it stamp rp, prescribed
Hennessey following, yea
Want my last name like she apart of me
I'm like pardon me
Sackin sandwich bags from the dollar tree
I'm just trying to eat
Everyone who surrounded me, we built a dynasty
Love all my bros to infinity, link stand on loyalty
Woo ah glizzy in my pants, no standard it got extended mag
Curry thirty
Long as I got feet I'm gone chase me a bag, fuck nigga that's why so mad
Big bank
Ahead of my time motherfuck advance, trap houses in highly demand
Bando
I do all the dishes I wash all my pans, ma taught me chores as a young man
Hit it skurt
My bitch a lil freak she like dick in her ass, pull out put the dick in her neck
Throat it girl
A backwood I roll it I call it hog leg, them pencils you smoke is unleaded
Stuff crust
My crew full of felons but none of us failin, ak with the knife cut your melon
Makin the noise
I stick to the code cause these niggas be tellin, he famous on news at eleven
Drippin, my swagger terrific
Prolific, rest in peace nipsey
I handle my business
I get to the digits
Big bucks, no whammies on god I spend it
On god, on god
Let's get it, whole gang turnt up and we wit it
Turn up, turn up
Approaching the starter line know we finish
Do dirt by my lonely may god be my witness
I'm sinning, who knew it took that to be winning
I fuck on her cause her assets and titty
She licking me up from the swagger I'm drippin
Official, christian lou lou you how steppin
Big ol' stepper
Gucci belt just to hold smith and wesson
Palm angels fit the devil gone test em
Bless em, shop with me you know you got extra
Bust down a backwood and I stuff it with zaza
It's safe to say I am appling the pressure
Woo ah glizzy in my pants, no standard it got extended mag
Curry thirty
Woo ah glizzy in my pants, no standard it got extended mag
Big bank
Woo ah glizzy in my pants, no standard it got extended mag
Bando
Woo ah glizzy in my pants, no standard it got extended mag
Hit it skurt
Hit it skurt
Hit it skurt
Hit it skurt

Written by:
Willie Thomas

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