AirBnb lyrics

by

Guap Tarantino


[Chorus]
How many times these n*ggas gon' doubt me?
Pull up in the trap, 100 bags in a Audi
Soon as a n*gga get 'em gone, I'm outtie
Turban on my head like a motherf*cking Saudi
I ain't want the b*tch number, she was too busted
And I keep a drum on the steel like percussion
All these VVS's on my neck, they bussing
And I keep an old .38 and it's rusty
Seven-one four-four-two and it running
Big bad wolf, n*gga, I'ma get to huffing
Monclear jacket and this sh*t real puffy
Turkey bags filled up with gas, not with stuffing
Need a bad b*tch, come and give me some loving
Need a bad b*tch, give me pretty ass children
I just got her wave snapped for Christmas
I just bought a new Ram truck for Christmas
Ball everyday, I don't celebrate Christmas
She wanna go with me, but I don't wanna deal it
My heart numb, n*gga, I ain't got feelings
Damn she stacked got double-D titties
I just wanna re-up and serve my city
I ain't Hollywood, but it's stars in my ceiling
These n*gga jokes, these n*ggas real silly

[Verse]
Diamonds on my wrist, damn, like two milli
Cut some hoes off cause I got too many
Come and get a bag, yeah, the Circle got plenty
Old school muscle car and the dash digi
New school muscle car and it got a Hemi
Stars in my ceilings, yeah, bae, make wish
Racks in my jeans, nah, I ain't got hips
Navy blue Red Bottoms, yeah, Bloods and Crip
Drippin' everywhere, lil' mama don't slip
These n*ggas monkeys, these n*ggas some chimps
These n*ggas scared, these n*ggas some wimps
Burning pre-rolls and this sh*t got hemp
We f*cking for the moment, she only a temp
FN, n*gga, don't you attempt
Shoot you in the leg now you walking with a limp
Moving all this weight, I ain't even in the gym
Had to get a Viper, I'ma take it for a spin
Real plug n*gga, only f*cking with kin
20 P's of grade-A sitting in the fridge
Burning on exotic, I ain't smoking no seeds
Bought my old lady a $2K wig
Online money, I'ma internet wiz
15K just to go and do a gig
D-boy truck with the off-road wheels
Gucci boots, baby girl, these ain't Timbs
Modified chopper and its knocking of limbs
Real strong gas bags, come and get a whiff
Finna f*ck a b*tch, she came in a Lyft
Leave a n*gga dead, n*gga body in a ditch
I was in the trap, n*gga, tryna get rich
Pull up in a Demon, yeah, six-six-six
Low key plug, I'm Anonymous
n*gga be hating, I'm tired of it
Shawty got a ass, I'm feelin' on it
Counting these blues feels good, don't it?
80 bag play that's a big moment
All these racks that's a big move
Six foot six that's a big goon
Bed and sofa that's a big room
Lil' ass coupe with no leg room
[Chorus]
How many times these n*ggas gon' doubt me?
Pull up in the trap, 100 bags in a Audi
Soon as a n*gga get 'em gone, I'm outtie
Turban on my head like a motherf*cking Saudi
I ain't want the b*tch number, she was too busted
And I keep a drum on the steel like percussion
All these VVS's on my neck, they bussing
And I keep an old .38 and it's rusty
Seven-one four-four-two and it running
Big bad wolf, n*gga, I'ma get to huffing
Monclear jacket and this sh*t real puffy
Turkey bags filled up with gas, not with stuffing
Need a bad b*tch, come and give me some loving
Need a bad b*tch, give me pretty ass children
I just got her wave snapped for Christmas
I just bought a new Ram truck for Christmas
Ball everyday, I don't celebrate Christmas
She wanna go with me, but I don't wanna deal it
My heart numb, n*gga, I ain't got feelings
Damn she stacked got double-D titties
I just wanna re-up and serve my city
I ain't Hollywood, but it's stars in my ceiling
These n*gga jokes, these n*ggas real silly
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