BBL FASHION

Aye Big Kiwii Aye Turn me up Aye Rollin Rollin Roll Rollin with some stones And they share my Rollin with some stones And they share my Run it back Rollin with some stones And they share my fuckin clothes They like clones F*ck puttin my foot up on they neck It's on they dome Yeah, these hoes finna find out What the f*ck I'm really on Bro, I'll break your bank First I get a check and then I'm gone I ain't never worried Bout no random bitch I'm on my own Finna zip, lock the motherfuckin pack Ship em all Bitch, I'm really drippin All these racks I got on Heard they say I'm green Smoke more fuckin weed Than Cheech and Chong Always makin plays Bitch, I'll run it back Like my song If you catch me out No I'm never lackin Know you wrong You ain't got no style BBL, fashion, you a clone When I walk in the air Be thick as hell Who who smoke (Who want it) Gelato 47 In my motherfuckin wood nigga Got green in my pocket Smokin loud This shit is good nigga Beat her ass like Pacquiao I'm packin like I should nigga I got a whole lot of hoes They in the shed like tools nigga Box his ass up like I'm UPS When I'm stressed Got the meds like CVS I'm really poppin I'm up next Finna fly his ass to London Go to Paris and have sex I ain't buffin and goin for nothin Got 1800 up on my neck Bitch, yeah 1800 on my neck Run it up when i get stressed I ain't fuckin like the rest Nah, nah