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whybg - ecko+ lyrics

[intro]
stixx murdered this beat

[chorus: lluvuisaiah]
walk in the club with some bad ass hoes
girl, they bad to the bone
walk out the trap, and i ship me them bowls
b+tch, you smokin’ on strong
walk in the bank, and i pull out a 50 ball
cause i pick up and load
off of this motherf+ckin’ drank
and i’m nodding off girl, i’m already slow
n+ggas tryna set me up, tryna run off with that pint
but i cut it with k+roll
i know that he mad, his main hoe trickin’ for me
she really just do what i say so
what the f+ck you know about
mixin’ them truey jeans with the motherf+ckin’ ecko
d+mn, we stackin’ the dough like it’s legos
d+mn, we stackin’ the bread like it’s eggos

[verse: lluvuisaiah]
i count up the cash, i count up dinero
my hands on her ass, so she bounce like a pogo
she givin’ me brain freeze, just like a motherf+ckin’ froyo
got her motherf+ckin’ masters in throatology
she a motherf+ckin’ throat goat
got her stuck on her knees, like she prayin’ to allah
but she givin’ me good throat
double o, motherf+ckin’ baby, i stick to the code
[verse 2: whybg]
yeah, double 07, i stick to the code and you already know
and i’m ballin’ so hard, i might just up this score
and i stay on go
and my brothers, you know they be flashin them poles
man they so throwed, move like some pros
if i got the bag, i’ma blow

[bridge: whybg]
riding the sp+ceship coupe in the back, and she eat me like soup
and i’m stackin’ up all our hunduns i’m 1of1, yeah, i stay with my troops
yeah, shawty, she blowin’ my fun, yeah she smell like onion, she get the boot
and this life that i live just begun, yeah and i’m goin’ up and i gotta stay true
yeah, we goin’ up and we gonna take over
and he try to address the gang
but he cannot hang yeah, that boy a poser
a lot of these goofies be lame can’t stay in their lane
just want some exposure
i’m goin’ straight off of the brain
try gang, i’ma bang, put you on a poster

[verse 3: whybg]
bro pourin’ 4’s in his soda
never needed no help, i’ma do it myself
yeah, i already know i’ma blow up
yeah, it’s good for my health, worry about, my wealth
yeah, i’m just tryna get my dough up
crosses around, yeah, i’m blessed
and i ball like steph, wanna look at his flex
get a close+up, ha, yeah, gang
[chorus: lluvuisaiah]
walk in the club with some bad ass hoes
girl, they bad to the bone
walk out the trap, and i ship me them bowls
b+tch, you smokin’ on strong
walk in the bank, and i pull out a 50 ball
cause i pick up and load
off of this motherf+ckin’ drank
and i’m nodding off girl, i’m already slow

[outro: lluvuisaiah]
n+ggas tryna set me up, tryna run off with that pint
but i cut it with k+roll
i know that he mad, his main hoe trickin’ for me
she really just do what i say so

- whybg lyrics

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