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DJ Durel
Verse 1
Woo
White White, and it's snowin' Snowfall
Off-White White, and it's snowin' Off-White
She bad as hell Bad, and she goin' Go
My career Ooh, it keep growin' Grow
Four rings Four-way, like the Audi Blaow
The top sushi Su', like karate Uh
We popped 'em Shh, bow, you heard about 'em Where Shh
QC veteran QC
Ho, let the Huncho settle in Huncho, Huncho
I can be in the trap Uh, on the TV, on David Letterman Woo
Yeah, off the flair Flair, drop me in the ocean, I'm peddlin' Skrrt, swim
Young niggas brought all the culinaries Skrrt, and I just came back from the Netherlands Gone, yeah
'Nough of that pitty-pat Pitty-pat, chitty chat Chitty chat, tit for tat Tit for tat
I ain't gon' front, none of that No
I'm from Atlanta, I earned that A
But I came straight out the North Yeah
Yes, I know everybody heard that Heard it
Number one, that's where the birds at Brrt
Hahahaha, getcha curve back Ha
Chorus
I can't get down Get down, I gotta get up Up
Yeah Yeah, I can't get down Nah, I gotta get up Up, uh
Yeah, I'm in the pothole whippin' a knot ho
Make 'em go eat it up Eat it up
Straight out the basement whippin' Picasso Whip
Young nigga heating up Heat it up
I can't get froze No, Lord knows the soul I own God
The ice two-tone Ice, brrt, that's four iPhones Uh
Baby boy Holmes Woo, you aim preferably for the nose Bow
It's a trap boy zone Trap, we exchange, Whitney for Nicole Whitney
Verse 2
Niggas get hard until they get hit with the sentence Damn, damn
These niggas act hard, but they cannot handle they penalty No, no
Ain't gon' lie, I haven't had smoke in a minute Ain't havin' no smoke
I'm focused on bags and juugin', finessin' the industry Bags, finesse
Free all my niggas until they reclaim they innocence Free
My bad bitch, I bought her a chain for kickin' it She icy
Lame bitch, hit wit' the flame, he snitchin' it He tellin'
Cocaine witch, give her the lame, she sniffin' it She snortin' it
Chorus
I can't get down Get down, I gotta get up Up
Yeah Yeah, I can't get down Nah, I gotta get up Up, uh
Yeah, I'm in the pothole whippin' a knot ho
Make 'em go eat it up Eat it up
Straight out the basement whippin' Picasso Whip
Young nigga heating up Heat it up
I can't get froze No, Lord knows the soul I own God
The ice two-tone Ice, brrt, that's four iPhones Uh
Baby boy Holmes Woo, you aim preferably for the nose Bow
It's a trap boy zone Trap, we exchange, Whitney for Nicole Whitney
Verse 1
Woo
White White, and it's snowin' Snowfall
Off-White White, and it's snowin' Off-White
She bad as hell Bad, and she goin' Go
My career Ooh, it keep growin' Grow
Four rings Four-way, like the Audi Blaow
The top sushi Su', like karate Uh
We popped 'em Shh, bow, you heard about 'em Where Shh
QC veteran QC
Ho, let the Huncho settle in Huncho, Huncho
I can be in the trap Uh, on the TV, on David Letterman Woo
Yeah, off the flair Flair, drop me in the ocean, I'm peddlin' Skrrt, swim
Young niggas brought all the culinaries Skrrt, and I just came back from the Netherlands Gone, yeah
'Nough of that pitty-pat Pitty-pat, chitty chat Chitty chat, tit for tat Tit for tat
I ain't gon' front, none of that No
I'm from Atlanta, I earned that A
But I came straight out the North Yeah
Yes, I know everybody heard that Heard it
Number one, that's where the birds at Brrt
Hahahaha, getcha curve back Ha
Chorus
I can't get down Get down, I gotta get up Up
Yeah Yeah, I can't get down Nah, I gotta get up Up, uh
Yeah, I'm in the pothole whippin' a knot ho
Make 'em go eat it up Eat it up
Straight out the basement whippin' Picasso Whip
Young nigga heating up Heat it up
I can't get froze No, Lord knows the soul I own God
The ice two-tone Ice, brrt, that's four iPhones Uh
Baby boy Holmes Woo, you aim preferably for the nose Bow
It's a trap boy zone Trap, we exchange, Whitney for Nicole Whitney
Verse 2
Niggas get hard until they get hit with the sentence Damn, damn
These niggas act hard, but they cannot handle they penalty No, no
Ain't gon' lie, I haven't had smoke in a minute Ain't havin' no smoke
I'm focused on bags and juugin', finessin' the industry Bags, finesse
Free all my niggas until they reclaim they innocence Free
My bad bitch, I bought her a chain for kickin' it She icy
Lame bitch, hit wit' the flame, he snitchin' it He tellin'
Cocaine witch, give her the lame, she sniffin' it She snortin' it
Chorus
I can't get down Get down, I gotta get up Up
Yeah Yeah, I can't get down Nah, I gotta get up Up, uh
Yeah, I'm in the pothole whippin' a knot ho
Make 'em go eat it up Eat it up
Straight out the basement whippin' Picasso Whip
Young nigga heating up Heat it up
I can't get froze No, Lord knows the soul I own God
The ice two-tone Ice, brrt, that's four iPhones Uh
Baby boy Holmes Woo, you aim preferably for the nose Bow
It's a trap boy zone Trap, we exchange, Whitney for Nicole Whitney
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