[gg] young judo – wim lyrics
[chorus]
i can’t take no more with me
kick, sit back, pour a four with me
winning and i’m keeping that score with me
f+ck around, we kicking in your door, with these
.40 on me tucked like i’m hiding the k
i just hit your b+tch, but i ain’t catching a case
running up my bands, lil b+tch i got cake
running up my bands, lil b+tch always
[verse 1]
i might go out on a whim and say “f+ck it”
i’m f+cking tipping the loving, and i go off like it’s nothing
i got your girl and she rubbing, and she all on robitusson
lil b+tch i hit and i’m stunting, i got that glisten, it’s stunning, yeah
everybody see me winning, know i’m up now
i got so much money on me, i ain’t need a bank account
i been running so many funds, so much i’m banking now
she get to facing now, young judo amazing now
i got so many chains, it’s like i’m wearing the gold rush
she wanna give brain, had to tell her “it’s no rush”
i can’t f+ck with shawty if she over and on one
but i’m on two, what i’m gon do?
[chorus]
i can’t take no more with me
kick, sit back, pour a four with me
winning and i’m keeping that score with mе
f+ck around, we kicking in your door, with these
.40 on mе tucked like i’m hiding the k
i just hit your b+tch, but i ain’t catching a case
running up my bands, lil b+tch i got cake
running up my bands, lil b+tch always
[verse 2]
shawty come ride with me, whipping in the bentley, ain’t this sh+t a 10 speed?
all the bros with me, i ain’t gonna switch, b
i got all the guap now, so they f+cking with me
i got all the sauce now, like i’m making noodles
she f+ck with a boss now, i’m a dog like cujo
p+ssy boy, who you know? like, who you know?
all these blues, hoe, pass them to the crew, though
yeah, and i’m staying on my f+ck sh+t
f+ck up out the crib, get the f+ck out of the function
why you talk that sh+t? p+ssy boy, you not the interest
i just run my bands up, i finish the mission
yeah, it’s a mission to the loot, what it do?
water dripping like a pool, sh+t ain’t new
b+tch i hit it like it’s pool, and you knew
lil b+tch i got the ball, you a fluke
[chorus]
i can’t take no more with me
kick, sit back, pour a four with me
winning and i’m keeping that score with me
f+ck around, we kicking in your door, with these
.40 on me tucked like i’m hiding the k
i just hit your b+tch, but i ain’t catching a case
running up my bands, lil b+tch i got cake
running up my bands, lil b+tch always
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