Hiccup lyrics

[Intro]
Oh yeah, lets go oh yeah, lets go oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah
Lets go uh, oh yeah, uh huh ha

[Chorus]
FN. make em hiccup and tell that b*tch im sick of her
Hoe can't get my di*k up, bae come round bet we hit some, yeah
At first them boys was fanned out they came round trynna flick up
I walk round with my fan out in case i gotta get some gone
I pour the 8th of the triss
Im like why would i put the tuss in there?, if i dont even f*ck with that sh*t?
In the hood im the black justin bieber, i come round n*ggas hidin they b*tch
In the season im high as a b*tch
They talk down so i ride with that sh*t
I can't lie i dont f*ck with this b*tch
S-swallow yo pride when i pass you the stick
Catch him in the car we get that sh*t flip
Move out to the suburbs im servin the Vic
If they throw the plate then im catchin that sh*t
Kickin sh*t in atlanta you know im on sh*ts
I mixed the 4 in the fanta lil b*tch
Oh yea, and you know how sticky it gets
I pour the 8th of the triss
Im like why would i put the tuss in there?, if i dont even f*ck with that sh*t?
In the hood im the black justin bieber, i come round n*ggas hidin they b*tch
In the season im high as a b*tch
They talk down so i ride with that sh*t
FN. make em hiccup and tell that b*tch im sick of her
Hoe can't get my di*k up bae come round bet we hit some, yeah
At first them boys was fanned out they come round trynna flick up
I walk round with my fan out in case i gotta get some gone
[Outro]
(Mmm, slatty)
FN. make em hiccup and tell that b*tch im sick of her
Hoe can't get my di*k up bae come round bet we hit some, yeah
At first them boys was fanned out they come round trynna flick up
I walk round with my fan out in case i gotta get some gone