Sickboyrari, FHN Mook - Semi lyrics
[Sickboyrari, FHN Mook - Semi lyrics]
Real, real, real trap shit
Play with bands boo, ayy, what that cash do
Popping tags boo, what that cash do
Popping tags boo, when I'm sad boo
Play with bands boo, ayy, what that cash do
Popping tags boo, what I like to do, ayy
Play with bands boo, ayy, what that cash do
Popping tags boo, what I like to do
30 mag boo, can’t decide boo, ayy
When I'm in that coupe, know I gotta ruler
With the engine on, with the
Hit Lil Timmy up, with the semi aut'
Rubberband gonn’ pop, counting in the house
Play with bands boo, ayy, what that cash do
Popping tags boo, ayy, what I like to do, ayy
What I like to do, counting bands boo
What that lick read nigga need
To know the cost what that lick read nigga I
Might knock 'em off
Yeah, yeah riding with that 45
I don't give a damn
All my niggas keep a five
I'ma aim it at his neck
He gonn' show respect
All my niggas bummin' at his
Stomach with the damn tec
Yeah, yeah, put him in that brace
Yeah, all my niggas brackin' and
They in the A
Ayy, shoutsout VA, got them keys for the low
But you come to the A
You gonn' get your nose smoked
Ayy, ayy, I’m gonn’ let it go to broke
At yo damn clique
All my niggas throwing up them fours
Play with bands boo, ayy, what that cash do
Popping tags boo, what that cash do
Popping tags boo, when I'm sad boo
Play with bands boo, ayy, what that cash do
Popping tags boo, what I like to do, ayy
Play with bands boo, ayy, what that cash do
Popping tags boo, what I like to do
30 mag boo, can’t decide boo, ayy
When I'm in that coupe, know I gotta ruler
With the engine on, with the
Hit Lil Timmy up, with the semi aut'
Rubberband gonn’ pop, counting in the house
Play with bands boo, ayy, what that cash do
Popping tags boo, ayy, what I like to do, ayy
What I like to do, counting bands boo
What that lick read nigga need
To know the cost what that lick read nigga I
Might knock 'em off
Yeah, yeah riding with that 45
I don't give a damn
All my niggas keep a five
I'ma aim it at his neck
He gonn' show respect
All my niggas bummin' at his
Stomach with the damn tec
Yeah, yeah, put him in that brace
Yeah, all my niggas brackin' and
They in the A
Ayy, shoutsout VA, got them keys for the low
But you come to the A
You gonn' get your nose smoked
Ayy, ayy, I’m gonn’ let it go to broke
At yo damn clique
All my niggas throwing up them fours