Desiigner
Desiigner
Desiigner
Desiigner
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Desiigner
Desiigner
Desiigner
Desiigner
Desiigner & Charlie Sloth
Desiigner
Desiigner & Slim Jxmmi
Desiigner & MVW
Desiigner
Desiigner & Slushii & DJ Whoo Kid
Desiigner
Desiigner & Tank God
[Part I]
[Intro]
Okay, okay
Okay, okay, okay, okay
[Chorus]
She wanna come over, make it pop now (Pop now)
She wanna come over, make it drop now (Drop now)
She know that I get it, we on top now (Top now)
We pullin' out 'Raris with the top down (Okay, okay, okay, okay, top down)
Talkin' out his face, that boy get shot down (Grrrrah)
Killers in my circle spend this block round (Grrrrah)
Yeah, she want that AP, perfect time now (Time now)
Haters over there, I tell 'em: "Calm down" (Grrrrah)
[Verse]
A hundred bands, I take her shoppin', put her on a tape (Tape)
I beat it up, I kill the pussy, it's a yellow tape (Tape)
I want the millions every day, I was patient, had to wait (Wait)
They didn't want to give it, I'ma take
They didn't want to give it, I'ma take (Grrrrah)
They didn't wanna come 'round, now we up now (Up now)
Throwin' ones, we got bitches in the cut now (Cut), yeah
I'm 'bout to call my jewelry for a bustdown (Bust it)
Feel like Chargers in L.A., I hit the touchdown (Grrrrah)
[Chorus]
She wanna come over, make it pop now (Pop now)
She wanna come over, make it drop now (Drop now)
She know that I get it, we on top now (Top now)
We pullin' out 'Raris with the top down (Top down)
Talkin' out his face, that boy get shot down (Grrrrah)
Killers in my circle spend this block round (Block round)
Yeah, she want that AP, perfect time now (Time now)
Haters over there, I tell 'em: "Calm down" (Okay, okay, okay, okay, grrrrah)
[Part II]
[Intro]
Grrrrah
Grrrrah
[Verse]
Now they wanna come with us, uh
To the top, my real ones, it's just us (Just us)
We was out there, yeah, the opp side was against us (Against us)
See, we ballin' now, now they tryna get in with us (Grrrrah)
Neck diamond gold (Gold), I've been stackin' up
I'm ready for the war (For the war)
I hang around now, fuck, nigga, no more (Grrrrah)
Only real ones by my side kickin' through the door (Grrrrah)