O67​ - whatsapp lyrics

Rabplayer

Plugg one hundred bands
I came with a drum mag jame Jame
So much money, bitch, I'm on it
In your crib with a Glock, bitch
Like What's up i be sendin' money I'm
Not talkin' WhatsApp
Say you gon' pull up with the
Strap but where your guns at
I'm replying to yo bitch ass and it's so sad
Put a bullet to his brain
That boy go when I said

Get over here i don't want yo bitch
But she tryna show me love
I got opps all in the cut
I got acid, I got wock
He thought he was safe but
That nigga getting tracked
Runnin, from the opps
I'm just smokin' all that wood
I'm makin' money so you
Know I'm living good
You ain't from the hood
All these niggas capping
Posted with your bitch cause
You suck at rapping
Nigga you ain't scary will you stop acting

Plugg one hundred bands
I came with a drum mag jame Jame
So much monеy, bitch, I'm on it
In your crib with a Glock, bitch
Like What's up i be sendin' monеy I'm
Not talkin' WhatsApp
Say you gon' pull up with the
Strap but where your guns at
I'm replying to yo bitch ass and it's so sad
Put a bullet to his brain
That boy go when I said