weird lyrics
by 800pts
[Verse 1: 800pts]
50 round, weird mag
Make him disappear, yeah
Louis V, weird bag
Tesla, I don't steer, man
I don't even love these hoes, these b*tches be weird, man
b*tch I got too many sticks, I'm a very feared, man
50 round, weird mag
Make him disappear, yeah
Louis V, weird bag
Tesla, I don't steer, man
I don't even love these hoes, these b*tches be weird, man
b*tch I got too many sticks, I'm a very feared, man
(You have no heart!)
[Verse 2: Jaydes]
Yеah, a f*ck n*gga gon' cough it up
These b*tches gon' talk it up
Likе some telemarketers
Yeah, 50 racks, designer jeans, b*tch on me
No campfire, keep that stick on me
Got a OG, doing kits with me
I got Amiri on, I'm not talkin' 'bout Rich
Choppa on switch, its gon' blow you a kiss
I made a 100 just copped me some Rick
No number 2 but I'm back on my sh*t
They be like "Jaydes why you gotta flex like this?"
I said "Twizzy, shut up"
Ha, b*tch, I'm on my come up
Just wanna f*ck, I don't wanna cuddle