Off Instagram lyrics

by

Almighty Jay


[Intro]
Woah, woah, gang, gang, b*tch
Whatchu, whatchu, gang, gang
YBN, gang, gang, gang
Aye

[Chorus]
I just f*cked a b*tch off Instagram and sent that hoe back (sent that hoe back)
T.B.T. no Thursday but I shoot 'em like a throw back
The way I shoot the choppa, you would think it got no blow back (it got no blow back)
Snatched a n*gga b*tch and f*cked her up, come get yo' hoe back (get yo' hoe back)
Ga-ga-gang in this b*tch lil n*gga, we on that gang sh*t
No lanes in this b*tch, them other n*ggas on that lame sh*t (lame sh*t)
Switch'erooin' b*tches while you still f*ckin' the same b*tch
The laws give out hunnids then my brother finna lane switch (ouu)

[Verse: 1]
I f*cked a b*tch from Beverly Hills n*gga, you f*cked a broke b*tch
If she think she finna have my baby, she a slow b*tch
My brother drank too much lean, now he on some slow sh*t
Had to cut a n*gga off 'cause he got on some hoe sh*t
Ou-ouu yo' b*tch a freak (she a freak), my diamonds they wet like a creek (splash)
I told that b*tch after she speak (huh), I'm countin' up like a geek (count racks)
Into Zaytoven the keys, just put in the key and i hop in a beat (hop on a beat)
Stripper b*tch from Worldstar at the crib and she suckin' my meat (suckin' my meat)
Ouu, gang sh*t (gang sh*t), f*ckin' lame b*tch (f*ckin' lame b*tch)
And yo' brother is a stain, he gon' get stained b*tch (he gon' get stained b*tch)
And my shooters shoot the choppa with no aim b*tch (blrrah, blrrah)
I love my choppa and I shoot it like my main b*tch (my main b*tch)
[Chorus]
I just f*cked a b*tch off Instagram and sent that hoe back (sent that hoe back)
T.B.T. no Thursday but I shoot 'em like a throw back
The way I shoot the choppa, you would think it got no blow back (it got no blow back)
Snatched a n*gga b*tch and f*cked her up, come get yo' hoe back (get yo' hoe back)
Ga-ga-gang in this b*tch lil n*gga we on that gang sh*t
No lanes in this b*tch them other n*ggas on that lame sh*t (lame sh*t)
Switcherooin' b*tches while you still f*ckin' the same b*tch
The laws give out hunnids then my brother finna lane switch

[Verse: 2]
Hoes can't spend the night, poo gon' kick 'em out 'bout 3 o'clock ('bout 3 o'clock)
n*gga got a problem then It's goin' down like Young Joc (like Young Joc)
I ain't from Jamaica but that n*gga is a bumbaclot (ouu, ouu)
Bumbaclot, yeah yo' b*tch gon' suck on my c*ck (suck on my c*ck)
Cook it up, co-cook it up, whip up in a pot (whip it, whip it)
I ain't from New York but I Milly Rock (2 Milly)
If it's a problem b*tch the f*ck, I feel like Key Glock (the f*ck)
I'm in love with chopsticks, no Chinese Shop (grrah, gang)

[Bridge]
Woah, woah, woah, woah, gang, gang
Woah, woah, woah, woah, gang, gang
You already know what the f*ck goin' on man
Whole bunch of YBN sh*t man, YBN in this b*tch man
Gang sh*t n*gga (gang b*tch)
[Chours]
I just f*cked a b*tch off Instagram and sent that hoe back (sent that hoe back)
T.B.T. no Thursday but I shoot 'em like a throw back
The way I shoot the choppa, you would think it got no blow back (it got no blow back)
Snatched a n*gga b*tch and f*cked her up, come get yo' hoe back (get yo' hoe back)
Ga-ga-gang in this b*tch lil n*gga we on that gang sh*t
No lanes in this b*tch them other n*ggas on that lame sh*t (lame sh*t)
Switcherooin' b*tches while you still f*ckin' the same b*tch
The laws give out hunnids then my brother finna lane switch
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