Sharks lyrics
by Y2
Still keep it trill , Tip drill let her pop pill
I’m so good off hunnids
I don’t want em if it’s not a mill
Codeine bloodline, b*tch I bleed Texas
Sho you right Ray Ray
b*tch I’m legitimate, had to get rid of her
Flossing talkin sh*t you lost me
Hockey game that stick stay on me
Game of thrones and crown and royal
Hoyas but my dogs ain’t go to Georgetown
Nobody graduated n*gga
I just need some cap and gown that b*tch
Infatuated
Where yo face at? Need that ASAP
These my n*ggas got my back like a tatt
b*tch you a rat
Look here lil boy, b*tch we on yo mutha f*ckin head
Like baseball caps n*gga stay on that sh*t
Drip like Baptisms nothin fancy
We petty as f*ck, we will go tit for tat
Then be right back
Label me mutha f*ck yo couch and b*tch sips tea b*tch lemme breathe abbreviate that sh*t
You O-P-P that’s treacherous for your nature
Chupacabra
T-Rauma , we are drama
Couple more flips for the fam
Lot more livin can’t tell
Star bangled banner in wraith
How many b*tches can I take?
Five
All my dogs stray
Drugs, money basic b*tch ain’t even worth a dime
f*ck wit me or get out the way
I see bull sh*t from a mile away
Sharks
These n*ggas hoe cake cuz that do’ up n*gga
Money move around wit my go up n*ggas
Snakes so it’s low cut n*gga
We ain’t playin tennis but that bracelet look like it been winning
I just scuffed my vans not from skating, because I do grind
Still got this sh*t locked
And I got yo b*tch , starring at this watch the only time I’m facing time
Doors go up way I grew up ain’t safe to shine
Bitter n*gga , hardest in the litter
Dog we keep a K and 9
Put some red on yo head like Chaka Khan
Still selling meds in my terrain eating baklava
Talk ain’t cheap when diamonds in ya mouth
n*gga , ha ha ha
Shoe box money crumbled bundle still spend
Etoufee with F you say , don’t care for labels
Few flavors I’m clocking in
Diamonds dancing doing the macarena
Rocking a bandanna, countin bandz in my
Pan-jamas
All these bags I should be Santa
Sleighing a hoe, her nose red cuz she like to play in the snow
Smoke cookies, it’s beginning to look a lot like a trap house
Zombies in ambercrombie
Like mummies the way it’s wrapped up
See through the fog , you think it’s a augmentation the way it’s wrapped up
These n*ggas hoe cake cuz that doe up n*gga