Bol Bol & Shareef lyrics

[Verse]
Fied n*gga with that penny huh
Big Meals but I’m Skinny huh?
Gang sh*t But not really huh?
Embiid like I’m Philly huh?
b*tch i keep that thang, I hit that stain, I keep that brad pit
b*tch I’m switchin lanes, come f*ck for fame, i’m on my mavs sh*t
RM on the chain, you know the gang, my mode on strav b*tch
Hoe you know my name, things could get strange, Lil Daij not average
Come f*ck with my wodies, you might go meet Whitney
f*cked that over twice & she come back like frisbe
Please don’t cross my lane you might end up 6 feet
He so f*cking lame, he a clone lil bruh a pip squeak
Mosh pit like unvexed huh?
GDN my set huh?
Say sum else get recked huh?
Talking out his neck huh?
pus*y my get wet huh?
sh*t might end up left huh?
I’m gone make a mess huh?
b*tch go get the ref huh
I’m gone get the rest huh
I might cut the check huh
Hopped straight on the jet
Then I spent 35 hunnit on a vest huh
True Lil Daij the best huh?
Make yo ass upset hmm?
Yo b*tch want my sex
So I gave her 35 feet up in her Chest hmm
I’m bout that action, pop it like Marilyn Mason, run up I’m letting em have it
b*tch ima savage, clearly my diamonds be dancing, shorty just go on a tangent
Im bout the benjis, doing the dash in ur city, cross double Fs like I’m fendi
But I’m not 50, keep all my cents for 10 piece, i’m aiming straight for ur kidneys, gotta be kidding
I’m made my whole cake, I made my own way, otay
Viva La coldplay, back to my old ways, role play
Beat it up OJ, get out my old space, gold wraith
Feel like the old Daij, back with the fro Daij, 08
f*cking these hoes aye, still on the road aye, all ways
It’s getting cold aye, Pelle P coat aye, Loaf Daij
I’m going so ape, 40’ my soul mate, bang bang
I’m in my own lane, you n*ggas so lame, too late
Off that pill huh?, NyQuil huh?
n*ggas be talkin, I pull up on n*ggas, i’m going in straight for the kill uh
Back in days, I was stuck in my grades, now I’m balling like Buffalo bills huh
Hop in the jet and fly right to my bae, galaxy roof, got me in my feels huh
Ima take her to the hills huh
Ima buy her the new heels huh
Ima take her to the Mil huh
b*tch I’m dead ass I’m for real huh
Look at my diamonds they real yea
Stop tryna cop you a feel yea
He said that he from the trap, but he ain’t never in the field yeah
Get the loot, who is you n*gga, f*ck a new n*gga
Scoop n*gga, in the coupe n*gga, with the toot n*gga
Mute n*gga, ima shoot n*gga, out the roof n*gga
Oops n*gga, absolute n*gga, you and you n*gga
I got the keys, you n*ggas ain’t f*ckin with me, I swear I put that on the g
Put that sh*t on me, I’m boomin on n*ggas so much, I feel like Bol Bol and Shareef
I Ball overseas, I feel like the balls overseas
I’m the boss so I see everything
I’m getting the cream, I
I’m washing these new n*ggas bad, they call me lil Daij listerine
(Gang Gang)
[Outro]
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