Exotic lyrics

(Ayy, 2300 Beats going crazy)


[Verse: yungblaket]:
Ayy, ayy, damn
b*tch I blast off like a rocket—n*gga talkin' I told that boy stop it
Smokin that gas man this sh*t is exotic
My choppa stay singing that b*tch get melodic
Boy talkin' dumb he get dropped like a pick up
You swear you get pape but that sh*t hella sh*t huh
I ride with my team and the beam, better get up
I slide with the AK-47, yeah we hit licks bruh
I be getting to the motherf*ckin' money hella quick
I ain't f*ckin' with you n*ggas y'all be suckin' on my di*k
Yeah I'm chilling in the trap I’m tryna get a couple flicks
And b*tch I'm chilling with my n*ggas yeah we finna hit a lick
b*tch I'm hella wavy do not need a durag
I step in the club and the b*tches like "Who that?"
b*tch I been the main and these n*ggas can't do that
She carry my balls like a muhf*ckin' fullback
You saying that you better than me n*gga its enough of that
Spin around his block a couple times we finna run it back
b*tch on my balls steady juggle like a running back
That sh*t be all up on you n*gga show it, you ain't bustin' back
f*ck it
You n*ggas be soft, I ain't talkin' dysfunction
That n*gga talk stupid on gang so we bussin'
He running, we gon' get to hummin' , we slide couple times with the K, I ain't talkin' bout no kluxn