Lyrics Gimme Dat - Marcy Mane, Luckaleannn

Gimme Dat

Ay Brandon man, why you do that?
Why you do that?
My nigga why you do that?
I’m working on dying
Lil shorty why you do that?
Why you do that?
I’ma take my shit back, nigga why you do that?
Shorty why you do that (Why you do that?)
I’ma take my shit back
Ayy, gimme dat, gimme dat
I’ma take that shit, back, Marcy chop and screw that
Nigga got on lil hat, I’ma slap that shit off
Nigga walked up in the party and a nigga so bossed
So smooth like a, ayy, nigga with that O smelling good
Roll ups on a dirty backwood, I’ma roll a roach up
Snap a fucking roach hoe, down to the ground
I ain’t talking 'bout no girls I’m talking 'bout you niggas
Niggas keep on flexing, copy everything and you ain’t make nothing
Niggas flex weapons in videos ain’t shooting shit
Niggas flex hoes in their video ain’t got a bitch
Niggas flex drugs and these niggas ain’t got no lean
Niggas try to flex everything ain’t got shit (Ain't got shit)
Ayy, gimme dat, gimme dat
I’ma take that shit back, I’ma take that shit back
I’ma take that shit, back, shorty gimme dat
I’ma take that shit, back, I gave you diamonds, I gave you pearls
Gucci chips, bitch I gave you the world (Gave you the world)
Gimme dat, gimme dat, I’ma take my shit back
Gimme dat, gimme dat, I’ma take my shit back
Hoe I gave you flowers, bitch I gave you shoes
Marcy Mane winning, all you bitches gonn' lose
Gimme dat, gimme dat gimme dat, I’ma take my shit back
I’ma take my shit back, gimme dat
I’m rarring, I’m mad motherfucker (Mad fucking petty)
Gimme dat shit, bitch I got all this fetti
Fetty Wop, in the drop top, warning opps
one opp, on the round I’m going 'bout hundred o
Flexing on everything, I ain’t putting that shit
On the fucking internet
Gimme dat, gimme dat, I’ma take that shit back, I’ma take my shit back, bitch
Ayy, I’ma take my shit back, I’ma take my shit back, I’ma take my shit back
Hoe I got reciepts (I got reciepts)
I’ma take my shit back, debit card I’m flexing all of that
I’ma take my shit back, I’ma take my shit back
Take that bitch back, skuu
Ay Brandon man, why you do that?
Skuu, skuu gimme dat
I’m working on dying
Gimme dat, yuh, gimme dat, yuh
GImme dat yuh
Serving kush packs, yuh, still serving
Damn the world
Damn a girl lil
She threw that ass, throw it back, yuh
I keep on swearing, she throw it back, yuh
That pussy, looking fat, yuh (I need it, I need it)
I keep on smoking woods bae what’s your name?
I don’t even wanna know it
I been thugging 30 since, fuck, in the morning
I been waking up, hmph, I been snoring
I been throwing up, spff, early in the morning
Xanny bar shorty she be throwing up (Throwing up)
Icy cold gang shit cold as fuck (Cold as fuck)
Whatchu gonn' do when we running up (Whatchu gonn' do)
Whatchu gonn' do when our guns up (Duuu, duuu)
Whatchu gonn' do when we shooting up (Graa, graaa)
S God goons still shooting up (Raa, raa, raa)
Goth Money goons still shooting up (Shooting up)
Cocaina bitch whipping still shooting up (Shooting up)
Gimme dat