rahatsariev

Yeah, still the realest nigga in the room I break the internet, top two, and I ain't number two My body, my eyes, my cash Y'all real, I'm a triple threat Fuck it up and then leave Come back, fuck it up and leave again Top of the coupe and it look like spring me In the hood hollering, spring me Too deep, it's just me and Jack Just both to get them cold sides I'm like, hello I might roll up If they're trying to party with the queen They gon' have to sign an anti-social I should just hop on them, baby I should just hop on them, baby I should just hop on them, baby I should just hop on them, baby Yeah, I should just hop on my legs That bitch, I should just hop on them