Why yu mad?
(Glokmane)
BDD:
Hoe
Everyday designer clothes
Just popped a bean I'm going slow
You talk like woman you a hoe
And I ain't fuckin with no hoe
Skirt off Ferrari my hand on my pole
Glocki Green Beam, ain't vegetable
Look at my lean, pour it real slow
Come fuck with my team, we making that gold
BDJ:
It's BDJ you gon play with the balls like she on soccer team she be making that goal
Ain't talking no touchdown that pack in the mail now we really out here we just play with the snow
Got the glocki green beam on my shoulder I'm pullin it out only when you talkin down bro
I'm pushin the kilos, she fuck on thе D-low, I'm pullin it out she a dignified hoe
BDD:
Shе a designer hoe
I fuck her in designer clothes
Raf Simons head to toe
Your bitch in here she pour my 4
Your bitch in here she pour an 8
She blowin up my phone today
I told her fuck you hoe go get some cake
It's me and BDJ we run off with the safe
BDJ:
And I run off
Run run run run run run bitch we run off
You can't catch me when I'm swervin in the Mazda
Got a coupe 2 door and the sun roof
Bitch, bitch shut up
BDD:
I told her shut up
CLA 4 door fuck that Mazda
BDJ:
We in the sprinter
Fuck my liver
I'm gonna sit on the couch and down some liquor
Why you mad oh? Cuz I'm the only one with her
Why you sad oh?
BDD:
She got that coca cola figure
Why you mad hoe? Cause I'm making all these figures
Touchdown the pack bro, because I'm a trapper not a singer
(Damn son where'd you find this?)
(Awe shit. Here we go again)
(Slow)
BDD:
Hoe
Everyday designer clothes
Just popped a bean I'm going slow
You talk like woman you a hoe
And I ain't fuckin with no hoe
Skirt off Ferrari my hand on my pole
Glocki Green Beam, ain't vegetable
Look at my lean, pour it real slow
Come fuck with my team, we making that gold
BDJ:
It's BDJ you gon play with the balls like she on soccer team she be making that goal
Ain't talking no touchdown that pack in the mail now we really out here we just play with the snow
Got the glocki green beam on my shoulder I'm pullin it out only when you talkin down bro
I'm pushin the kilos, she fuck on the D-low, I'm pullin it out she a dignified hoe
BDD:
She a designer hoe
I fuck her in designer clothes
Raf Simons head to toe
Your bitch in here she pour my 4
Your bitch in here she pour an 8
She blowin up my phone today
I told her fuck you hoe go get some cake
It's me and BDJ we run off with the safe
BDJ:
And I run off
Run run run run run run bitch we run off
You can't catch me when I'm swervin in the Mazda
Got a coupe 2 door and the sun roof
Bitch, bitch shut up
BDD:
I told her shut up
CLA 4 door fuck that Mazda
BDJ:
We in the sprinter
Fuck my liver
I'm gonna sit on the couch and down some liquor
Why you mad oh? Cuz I'm the only one with her
Why you sad oh?
BDD:
She got that coca cola figure
Why you mad hoe? Cause I'm making all these figures
Touchdown the pack bro, because I'm a trapper not a singer
BDD:
Hoe
Everyday designer clothes
Just popped a bean I'm going slow
You talk like woman you a hoe
And I ain't fuckin with no hoe
Skirt off Ferrari my hand on my pole
Glocki Green Beam, ain't vegetable
Look at my lean, pour it real slow
Come fuck with my team, we making that gold
BDJ:
It's BDJ you gon play with the balls like she on soccer team she be making that goal
Ain't talking no touchdown that pack in the mail now we really out here we just play with the snow
Got the glocki green beam on my shoulder I'm pullin it out only when you talkin down bro
I'm pushin the kilos, she fuck on thе D-low, I'm pullin it out she a dignified hoe
BDD:
Shе a designer hoe
I fuck her in designer clothes
Raf Simons head to toe
Your bitch in here she pour my 4
Your bitch in here she pour an 8
She blowin up my phone today
I told her fuck you hoe go get some cake
It's me and BDJ we run off with the safe
BDJ:
And I run off
Run run run run run run bitch we run off
You can't catch me when I'm swervin in the Mazda
Got a coupe 2 door and the sun roof
Bitch, bitch shut up
BDD:
I told her shut up
CLA 4 door fuck that Mazda
BDJ:
We in the sprinter
Fuck my liver
I'm gonna sit on the couch and down some liquor
Why you mad oh? Cuz I'm the only one with her
Why you sad oh?
BDD:
She got that coca cola figure
Why you mad hoe? Cause I'm making all these figures
Touchdown the pack bro, because I'm a trapper not a singer
(Damn son where'd you find this?)
(Awe shit. Here we go again)
(Slow)
BDD:
Hoe
Everyday designer clothes
Just popped a bean I'm going slow
You talk like woman you a hoe
And I ain't fuckin with no hoe
Skirt off Ferrari my hand on my pole
Glocki Green Beam, ain't vegetable
Look at my lean, pour it real slow
Come fuck with my team, we making that gold
BDJ:
It's BDJ you gon play with the balls like she on soccer team she be making that goal
Ain't talking no touchdown that pack in the mail now we really out here we just play with the snow
Got the glocki green beam on my shoulder I'm pullin it out only when you talkin down bro
I'm pushin the kilos, she fuck on the D-low, I'm pullin it out she a dignified hoe
BDD:
She a designer hoe
I fuck her in designer clothes
Raf Simons head to toe
Your bitch in here she pour my 4
Your bitch in here she pour an 8
She blowin up my phone today
I told her fuck you hoe go get some cake
It's me and BDJ we run off with the safe
BDJ:
And I run off
Run run run run run run bitch we run off
You can't catch me when I'm swervin in the Mazda
Got a coupe 2 door and the sun roof
Bitch, bitch shut up
BDD:
I told her shut up
CLA 4 door fuck that Mazda
BDJ:
We in the sprinter
Fuck my liver
I'm gonna sit on the couch and down some liquor
Why you mad oh? Cuz I'm the only one with her
Why you sad oh?
BDD:
She got that coca cola figure
Why you mad hoe? Cause I'm making all these figures
Touchdown the pack bro, because I'm a trapper not a singer