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100roundv!zzy – onnat b!tch lyrics

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[intro]
where the lean at?
where the green at?
where the lean at?

(swoopee this a banger)

[chorus]
glock 17 with a beam onnat b+tch
b+tch want me, put the team onnat b+tch
bunch of young n+ggas love to scheme in this b+tch
mixin’ sprite with the f+ckin’ lean in this b+tch
if you gang bang then b+tch throw it up
love gettin’ money and pourin’ a double cup
love f+ckin’ p+ssy and countin’ the numbers up
tried quittin’ drugs i can’t, i guess i’m stuck

[verse]
put that mother f+ckin’ pressure on a n+gga
10 shots, you gone need a f+ckin’ stretcher for a n+gga
b+tch swallowed me like some mothеr f+ckin’ liquor
now she keep askin’ me if i wanna f+ckin’ l!ck her
said no b+tch, you a hoе b+tch
matter fact, get the f+ck up out my home b+tch
give me dome b+tch, get on the floor b+tch
matter fact, stop, drop, roll b+tch
watch me blow a whole f+ckin’ oz
outside, screamin’ f+ck the police
you got to watch n+ggas like a f+ckin’ rollie
cause you could get k!lled by your homie
don’t give a f+ck ’bout how rich a n+gga is
you could have all the money and still be a b+tch
and you claim that you solid but you still snitch
i don’t take your word for it come and show me b+tch
[chorus]
glock 17 with a beam onnat b+tch
b+tch want me, put the team onnat b+tch
bunch of young n+ggas love to scheme in this b+tch
mixin’ sprite with the f+ckin’ lean in this b+tch
if you gang bang then b+tch throw it up
love gettin’ money and pourin’ a double cup
love f+ckin’ p+ssy and countin’ the numbers up
tried quittin’ drugs i can’t, i guess i’m stuck

[verse 2]
new jeans, blood stains on em’
n+gga stay flexin’ i’ma hit a stain on em’
got a check called my lil homie, put a chain on em’
put a check on your neck, f+ck it let it spray on em’
police pull us over, put the ounce in my drawers
all i ever do is break the mother f+ckin’ law
i’ma have bro hack yo mother f+ckin’ cash app
b+tch do me dirty, pull this draco out my backpack
for all you hatin’ n+ggas wanna talk sh+t
got a chopstick, and h+lla youngin’s lovin’ to chop sh+t
you with the opps then you a opp too
f+ck leek he can meet this f+ckin’ mop too
you were my n+gga man you was my cousin folk
you hangin’ with the other side you’s a f+ckin’ hoe
b+tch i’m way too cold like a eskimo
let me know when you finna have my f+ckin’ dough
[chorus]
glock 17 with a beam onnat b+tch
b+tch want me, put the team onnat b+tch
bunch of young n+ggas love to scheme in this b+tch
mixin’ sprite with the f+ckin’ lean in this b+tch
if you gang bang then b+tch throw it up
love gettin’ money and pourin’ a double cup
love f+ckin’ p+ssy and countin’ the numbers up
tried quittin’ drugs i can’t, i guess i’m stuck

glock 17 with a beam onnat b+tch
b+tch want me, put the team onnat b+tch
bunch of young n+ggas love to scheme in this b+tch
mixin’ sprite with the f+ckin’ lean in this b+tch
if you gang bang then b+tch throw it up
love gettin’ money and pourin’ a double cup
love f+ckin’ p+ssy and countin’ the numbers up
tried quittin’ drugs i can’t, i guess i’m stuck