Alot

Lyrics

Yeah
It’s The Shwofff
Yung
Yeah ,yeah yeah!

Drugs got A lot. Hm. Guns got A lot
Hm.
Whipping The pot. Yeah. Swerve in the Lot
Skrrr
I can’t never stop yeah! Not now never not!
Yeah!
I bees in the trap yeah! Going straight to the top yeah!
Hmm

Had to tell myself I can’t keep fucking with these hoes yeah
Had to get back up my feet I stay on my ten toes
Yeah
Had to practice what I preach my Jesus piece too cold
Ice
Heard some niggas hating on me well that’s how this shit goes
Yeah
You ain’t ever been Low
Stuck outside in the freezing cold
Came this far we ain’t been this close
Yeah now I got tags on all my clothes yeah
Now I rock Rafs I’m fashion forward yeah!
Niggas can’t come this close hmm
In a Bentley truck, bad man
Don’t rock Fendi much
Two Gs when I step I’m clutch
Two Cs for my bitch if she want
Toosie we gone slide to the front
Big racks yeah I walk with a hunch
Fuck boys they get hit with a punch
Bad bitch i’mma eat her for lunch
He a side dude yeah that nigga a munch
I’m too fire put your ass in a blunt
Yeah Vamp life
I been up all night
Real Gs all your boys all hype
I look up I stay high as a kite
I’m a big dog I don’t bark I bite
Yeah everyday blow a pound that’s light
Big smoke. You get hit like Mike!
Broke hoes. That is not my type!

Just get money! Every day and night!

Drugs got A lot. Hm. Guns got A lot.
Hm.
Whipping The pot. Yeah. Swerve in the Lot.
Skrrr
I can’t never stop yeah! Not now never not yeah!
I bees in the trap yeah! Going straight to the top yeah!
Drugs got A lot. Hm Guns got A lot.
Hm.
Whipping The pot. Yeah. Swerve in the Lot.
Skrrr
I can’t never stop yeah! Not now never not yeah!
I bees in the trap yeah! Going straight to the top yeah!

Tskkkkk
Mhhhhhmmmm
Make racks for my brothers from the smoke
Real ones I be posted in my jungle I’m a Vulture
I ain’t answer my phone too busy fucking on IG hoes
She ain’t answer her phone too busy
Hmmmmm mmmmm mmhhhh!
Yeah yeah
Ain’t drop in a minute mhhn
Bitch said I floss too much I’m like a dentist mhhh-mmn!
Yeah fucking up all these cheques I’m bout my business
Hmmmmmmmm!
Fucking this bitch I do too much like
I ain’t finished hmmmmm yeah!
Bands overload fuck with me I up the pole
Her mans on the phone
(mtchww)
You already know
(yeah yeah yeah!)
Her friend on my hmm
(hm hm hmm)
Hmmmm hmmmmm hmmmmm
Her friend on my pole
Come right in and close the door
He talk a lot put that boy in a box
Turned cheese into guap
Put the funds in the box
She say she love me she look at my eyes
I told her you feeling the vibes
Told me you love me you're feeling Ngamangle
I told her im feeling Ngamangle

Drugs got A lot. Hm Guns got A lot. Hm.
Whipping The pot. Yeah. Swerve in the Lot. Skrrr
I can’t never stop yeah! Not now never not yeah!
I bees in the trap yeah! Going straight to the top yeah!
Drugs got A lot. Hm Guns got A lot. Hm.
Whipping The pot. Yeah. Swerve in the Lot. Skrrr
I can’t never stop yeah! Not now never not yeah!
I bees in the trap yeah! Going straight to the top yeah!