Sgpwes, iayze, DJ OB1 - add it lyrics
[Sgpwes, iayze, DJ OB1 - add it lyrics]
Yeah all these racks count, nigga
Uh, uh, yeah d-D-D-D-DJ OB1
These niggas still out here cappin' (yeah)
I get that paper and add it (yeah)
I made a check off of rappin' (yeah)
I had to take out the trash (yeah)
(Let's go, huh)
I dropped a bag on my denim (Uh)
Bullets hot, they finna get him (Blatt)
Bullets gon' fuck up his rental (yeah)
I left that hoe 'cause she extra (yeah)
Y'all got her thinkin' she special (Ha)
We gon' run down, it ain't special (Uh)
AR-15 got a vessel (yeah)
I swear that choppa gon' bless you (Blatt)
Choppa on me, finna stretch you (Stretch you)
I left that hoe, yeah, I miss her (yeah)
White hoe, she call me a (yeah)
Keep makin' my racks, they bigger (Mid)
I got a Tommy, no Figer (yeah)
Bad hoe, she a gold digger (yeah)
(yeah, yeah, uh, uh, ah)
(It's Surreal Gang, lil' bitch, haha)
(OB1)
I can tote the heavy metal (Ha)
This hoe think she special (yeah)
I think I could use a medal (yeah)
I used to trap off a telephone
I'm finna bust down a bezel (yeah)
I keep a Glock, I won't wrestle (yeah)
Hunnid shots up at his rental
(Hunnid shots up in his rental)
I left that hoe, yeah, I miss her, huh
He want the drop for a pistol
I just cashed out on a fisker
These niggas still out here cappin' (yeah)
I done fell in love with fashion (yeah)
It's like I'm a fascist (yeah)
This M6 here is the fastest (yeah)
He gon' disappear like magic
(Just like some magic)
I throw the set up and stack it
(Set up and stack it)
I count them hunnids, then stack it
I treat the hoe like trash
Lil' foreign car and it's fast (yeah)
And I swear I got so much cash
These knots all up in my bag (yeah)
I'm in H Town bein' bad (yeah)
Uh, uh, yeah d-D-D-D-DJ OB1
These niggas still out here cappin' (yeah)
I get that paper and add it (yeah)
I made a check off of rappin' (yeah)
I had to take out the trash (yeah)
(Let's go, huh)
I dropped a bag on my denim (Uh)
Bullets hot, they finna get him (Blatt)
Bullets gon' fuck up his rental (yeah)
I left that hoe 'cause she extra (yeah)
Y'all got her thinkin' she special (Ha)
We gon' run down, it ain't special (Uh)
AR-15 got a vessel (yeah)
I swear that choppa gon' bless you (Blatt)
Choppa on me, finna stretch you (Stretch you)
I left that hoe, yeah, I miss her (yeah)
White hoe, she call me a (yeah)
Keep makin' my racks, they bigger (Mid)
I got a Tommy, no Figer (yeah)
Bad hoe, she a gold digger (yeah)
(yeah, yeah, uh, uh, ah)
(It's Surreal Gang, lil' bitch, haha)
(OB1)
I can tote the heavy metal (Ha)
This hoe think she special (yeah)
I think I could use a medal (yeah)
I used to trap off a telephone
I'm finna bust down a bezel (yeah)
I keep a Glock, I won't wrestle (yeah)
Hunnid shots up at his rental
(Hunnid shots up in his rental)
I left that hoe, yeah, I miss her, huh
He want the drop for a pistol
I just cashed out on a fisker
These niggas still out here cappin' (yeah)
I done fell in love with fashion (yeah)
It's like I'm a fascist (yeah)
This M6 here is the fastest (yeah)
He gon' disappear like magic
(Just like some magic)
I throw the set up and stack it
(Set up and stack it)
I count them hunnids, then stack it
I treat the hoe like trash
Lil' foreign car and it's fast (yeah)
And I swear I got so much cash
These knots all up in my bag (yeah)
I'm in H Town bein' bad (yeah)