Xhulooo - knotz lyrics
[Xhulooo - knotz lyrics]
Yeah, yeah (yeah, uh)
(Yo, What the fuck goin' on Maajins)
Yeah, yeah (yeah, uh) yeah, yeah (yeah, uh)
Yeah, yeah (yeah, uh) yeah, yeah (yeah, uh)
Yeah, yeah (yeah, uh) yeah, yeah (yeah, uh)
Yeah, yeah (yeah, uh)
I’m gettin' bands I'm gettin’ knotz
I got a plan, hit you with the plot
Half feet going, no I cannot stop
You not a shooter, you totin' the prop
I feel like kobe when I hit the shot
She wanna link, pull up to the spot
Heard he a fed he talkin' to cops
I love that money I get it a lot
You say you getting money, show your bankroll
I feel just like curry
Crossing up they ankles
In my room I'm making
Hit's and countin' pesos
Call me Simon cause she as I say so
Gettin' that bread I run it up
I getta' add it, then sum it up (phh, bih)
Throw it up (yeah)
He try to talk on my gang so
We hittin' him with the upper cut (yeah)
I know he wasn’t on nothing
Because that lil’ boy sweet he a buttercup
Yeah, said I wasn't gon’ do it but I
Had to hop in my bag again
I don't know she be talkin' to me
Told her I'm tryna’ bag her friend
I know I gotta stay humble
Know me and my brothers not braggin' it
How you say you want the money
But you won't get it, you stacking it
You gotta get on your ground
You gotta go count it and stack it
They wanna go to the party
I walk up and they like "whats happening"
They talk bout' me in school
Now be lookin' and laughin'
No I don't care bout' the hate
Cause I don't know why they yappin'
I'm gettin' bands I'm gettin' knotz
I got a plan, hit you with the plot
Half feet going, no I cannot stop
You not a shooter, you totin' the prop
I feel like kobe when I hit the shot
She wanna link, pull up to the spot
Heard he a fed he talkin' to cops
I love that money I get it a lot
I'm gettin' bands I'm gettin' knotz
I got a plan, hit you with the plot
Half feet going, no I cannot stop
You not a shooter, you totin' the prop
I feel like kobe when I hit the shot
She wanna link, pull up to the spot
Heard he a fed he talkin' to cops
I love that money I get it a lot
Yeah, yeah yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah yeah
Woah, woah (uh) yeah, woah
Hey
Yeah, yeah (yeah, uh) yeah, yeah (yeah, uh)
Yeah, yeah (yeah, uh) yeah, yeah (yeah, uh)
Yeah, yeah (yeah, uh) yeah, yeah (yeah, uh)
Yeah, yeah (yeah, uh) yeah, yeah (yeah, uh)
(Yo, What the fuck goin' on Maajins)
Yeah, yeah (yeah, uh) yeah, yeah (yeah, uh)
Yeah, yeah (yeah, uh) yeah, yeah (yeah, uh)
Yeah, yeah (yeah, uh) yeah, yeah (yeah, uh)
Yeah, yeah (yeah, uh)
I’m gettin' bands I'm gettin’ knotz
I got a plan, hit you with the plot
Half feet going, no I cannot stop
You not a shooter, you totin' the prop
I feel like kobe when I hit the shot
She wanna link, pull up to the spot
Heard he a fed he talkin' to cops
I love that money I get it a lot
You say you getting money, show your bankroll
I feel just like curry
Crossing up they ankles
In my room I'm making
Hit's and countin' pesos
Call me Simon cause she as I say so
Gettin' that bread I run it up
I getta' add it, then sum it up (phh, bih)
Throw it up (yeah)
He try to talk on my gang so
We hittin' him with the upper cut (yeah)
I know he wasn’t on nothing
Because that lil’ boy sweet he a buttercup
Yeah, said I wasn't gon’ do it but I
Had to hop in my bag again
I don't know she be talkin' to me
Told her I'm tryna’ bag her friend
I know I gotta stay humble
Know me and my brothers not braggin' it
How you say you want the money
But you won't get it, you stacking it
You gotta get on your ground
You gotta go count it and stack it
They wanna go to the party
I walk up and they like "whats happening"
They talk bout' me in school
Now be lookin' and laughin'
No I don't care bout' the hate
Cause I don't know why they yappin'
I'm gettin' bands I'm gettin' knotz
I got a plan, hit you with the plot
Half feet going, no I cannot stop
You not a shooter, you totin' the prop
I feel like kobe when I hit the shot
She wanna link, pull up to the spot
Heard he a fed he talkin' to cops
I love that money I get it a lot
I'm gettin' bands I'm gettin' knotz
I got a plan, hit you with the plot
Half feet going, no I cannot stop
You not a shooter, you totin' the prop
I feel like kobe when I hit the shot
She wanna link, pull up to the spot
Heard he a fed he talkin' to cops
I love that money I get it a lot
Yeah, yeah yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah yeah
Woah, woah (uh) yeah, woah
Hey
Yeah, yeah (yeah, uh) yeah, yeah (yeah, uh)
Yeah, yeah (yeah, uh) yeah, yeah (yeah, uh)
Yeah, yeah (yeah, uh) yeah, yeah (yeah, uh)
Yeah, yeah (yeah, uh) yeah, yeah (yeah, uh)