My b*tch Strip at Magic City lyrics

[Chorus]
(Gang, gang, yeah)
Sippin' on clean, no water
Make it rain like Travis Porter
Is you recordin’? Kinda, sorta
n*gga thought he was a connoisseur
I pop out like a dinosaur
.17 on me, make it roar
That ho wanna f*ck the boy

[Verse]
She gon' give me top 'cause I say so
I’m the youngest n*gga on no payroll
I put this together, no LEGO
Need the cheddar cheese, bro, I need that fetti
On the road, b*tch, I need them bands
Shoot the Glock starin' at yo' mans
Fly off wit' hoes like I'm Peter Pan
New era, but it's no cap
I just pulled hunnids out and took yo' ho back
Ride in a Honda and you got some hubcaps
She blocked yo' number and sent you a note back
Smokin’ on gas, it’s a hеart attack
And I'm here to bring the wholе fall back
And I’m here to kick down the door, yeah
I'm sippin' on sizzurp like Project Pat
Pull up on me, where yo' squad at?
[Outro]
Where yo’ squad at?
Pull up, pull up
Squad at? Yeah
Gang, gang, gang