󠁪our little moment lyrics

[Chorus: Izaya Tiji]
(Mingo, haha)
I got bloods everywhere
So-so I'm gon' get it anyway
PT make this fight unfair
He tryna go up, let's get him there (Haha)
Yeah
Count this triple double
Yeah, my shooters will do you any weather
Your ex a good, no way
Yeah, f*ck your verse, it's a throw-away
I don't wanna f*ck you, b*tch, just go away
n*gga, we could take your sh*t, but you go away
Cover them rackaids, baby, in moet (Ha)
Choppa gon' make him blow away
I got pints of lean, olé
Yeah, b*tch tryna f*ck me up, no, babe
Okay, this could just be our lil' moment, yeah, uh

[Verse 1: Alexzander Pray]
Yeah, f*ck the b*tch like three four times a day
These f*ck n*ggas hate [?]
Got a brand new Glock and it's on my waist
With a bad ass b*tch and she on my case
With the gang, we yelling out "Slatt"
My pockets so fat, how much they weigh?
You ain't 'bout bread, lil n*gga, no way
Pouring that lean, no carbonate
I got hoes like Christmas day
Uh, n*ggas be mumbling
Ayy, baby, pave the way
Uh, this ain't no holiday
Smoking that gas, I'ma fly away (Yeah)
Fly away, yeah
(Slayworld Soldier)
[Chorus: Izaya Tiji]
(Mingo, haha)
I got bloods everywhere
So I'm gon' get it anyway
PT make this fight unfair
He tryna go up, let's get him there (Haha)
Yeah
Count this triple double
Yeah, my shooters will do you any weather
Your ex a good, no way
f*ck your verse, it's a throw-away
I don't wanna f*ck you, b*tch, just go away
n*gga, we could take your sh*t, but you go away
Cover them rackaids, baby, in moet (Ha)
Choppa gon' make him blow away
I got pints of lean, olé
Yeah, b*tch tryna f*ck me up, no, babe
Okay, this could just be our lil' moment, yeah