Lyrics List - SOB X RBE

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Yay, yay, yay, yay… yay
Yay, yay, yay, yay
Aye, aye, aye, aye
She only want a nigga 'cause I’m on ('Cause I’m on)
I been clutchin' on this plastic, on this chrome (On this chrome)
Only take one call to get him goin'
Young nigga had to learn to make decisions on my own (On my own)
Now, it ain’t shit, spent plenty on my 'fit
Got a Gleezy on my hip, hold fifty in its clip
S550, five-fifty on my bitch
Did everything I want, I had to rearrange that list
Aye, had to rearrange that list
Bad mouth since a kid, all I do is talk shit
I remember I was broke, now a young nigga rich
Now a young nigga have it, used to never have shit
Young nigga never had shit
Now a bag on my wrist and a bag on my bitch
Cooks in the whip, yeah that’s tack' in the whip
Nieman’s in the summer, that’s a bag on my bitch
Twitter talkin' on the net, nigga we gon' miss that
Young wild nigga, I’ll pull up where yo' crib at
You the type of nigga that’ll beg to get your bitch back
So you the type of nigga that’ll pay to get your shit back
Cooks in the whip, back to back, I be cloudy
Fours after fours, pourin' up, I be drowsy
Loaf after loaf, OMG I be countin'
Good D' make her smile, back wit' you now she frownin'
Now, it ain’t shit, spent plenty on my 'fit
Got a Gleezy on my hip, hold fifty in its clip
S550, five-fifty on my bitch
Did everything I want, I had to rearrange that list
Aye, had to rearrange that list
Bad mouth since a kid, all I do is talk shit
I remember I was broke, now a young nigga rich
Now a young nigga have it, used to never have shit
Bitch we dipped up the neck (To the neck)
50 in that clip, 50 shots out that TEC (Boom, boom)
Used to hop on the bus, now I hop on the jet (G5)
Switchin' states for that check, young nigga from the Crest
Thirty bands on my wrist, thirty slugs in this clip
Never pay for the pussy, I’m a P, not a trick (Never)
Bought the whole fuckin' mall, had to take two trips (Two trips)
Up the pole on a opp, left 'em froze like a glitch (Boom, boom, boom, boom)
Tats on my face, big Glock on my waist (Big .40)
Bands saved for the lawyer, if I ever catch a case (Nigga)
Benz coup 4matic, every time I lane change (Skrrt, skrrt)
Get the check, fuck fame, SOB gang gang, bitch!
Now, it ain’t shit, spent plenty on my 'fit
Got a Gleezy on my hip, hold fifty in it’s clip
S550, five-fifty on my bitch
Did everything I want, I had to rearrange that list
Aye, had to rearrange that list
Bad mouth since a kid, all I do is talk shit
I remember I was broke, now a young nigga rich
Now a young nigga have it, used to never have shit