splurge - 40 in my jeans lyrics
[intro]
ayy, ayy, ayy
beat by jeff, ain’t it?
ayy, yeah, ayy, gang gang, ayy
ayy, let me hear that ho jeff
[chorus]
walk into the store, i got a .40 in my jeans
i don’t want your ho, i’m just gon’ get her off a bean
most these rappers broke, this sh-t ain’t really what it seems, ayy
and most of these rappers scary, they scared of my team
[verse 1]
you ain’t rappin’ ’bout nothin’, you ain’t goin’ through sh-t
you might keep a stick but you ain’t blowin’ sh-t
y’all n-ggas peon, y’all be doin’ dumb sh-t
every time you see us we got guns and sh-t
i done hit b-tches they ain’t think i would hit
all of these b-tches want money and d-ck
double cup me, i just poured up a fifth
play and get wrapped like a motherf-ckin’ gift
give ’em h-ll, splurge
keep juggin’ them bales splurge
they like “boy, you higher than a b-tch”
you can’t even spell splurge
i did this sh-t first
i look up, it feel like i’m cursed
punch me in, i ain’t writin’ no verse
stop rappin’ that sh-t you rehe-rs-d
they like “d-mn, why you ain’t got no tape?”
this clap sh-t rap sh-t here for the fake
i like wearing gucci but don’t f-ck with snakes
i keep that gang with me, gotta be safe
i move like the president
break down the door, put the settlements
want your love, not affectionate
pour up the drink on some texas sh-t
[chorus]
walk into the store, i got a .40 in my jeans
i don’t want your ho, i’m just gon’ get her off a bean
most these rappers broke, this sh-t ain’t really what it seems, ayy
and most of these rappers scary, they scared of my team
walk into the store, i got a .40 in my jeans
i don’t want your ho, i’m just gon’ get her off a bean
most these rappers broke, this sh-t ain’t really what it seems, ayy
and most of these rappers scary, they scared of my team
[verse 2]
i can look at a b-tch and make her faint
in the trap playin’ gta, feelin’ like frank
they all on my d-ck, i might move out of state
i be runnin’ the bands, gotta stay in shape
close that door behind you
pull up, get served like a drive-thru
watch boyz n the hood, not caillou
if i’m doin’ down bad can i call you?
will your lil’ b-tch -ss pick up?
your ho goin’ wide, need to go pick your b-tch up
d in there fightin’, finna go and pick the stick up
got too many p’s we be tryna get rid of
yeah we in the stu’ off an x, oh
no hugs and kisses, no x’s and o’s
call trapboy sean ’cause i need me a bow
sell it for high ’cause i got it for low, ooh
[chorus]
walk into the store, i got a .40 in my jeans
i don’t want your ho, i’m just gon’ get her off a bean
most these rappers broke, this sh-t ain’t really what it seems, ayy
and most of these rappers scary, they scared of my team
walk into the store, i got a .40 in my jeans
i don’t want your ho, i’m just gon’ get her off a bean
most these rappers broke, this sh-t ain’t really what it seems, ayy
and most of these rappers scary, they scared of my team
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