memories

You know it is the habibi’s ting, yeah
And we sting, yeah
Whole squad, kick’em
Shessssh!
Came with the squad, yeah
Look at my broad, yeah
What?
I don’t know the fuck these niggas talking about
I got real shit banging like its woofer loud & I don’t know that
Aye, you actin like I know that
I don’t know, (know)
Bitches stalking on my phone
Till i spend it on my own
This shit easy for the home (for the home)
Way too fly for my niggas I don’t know
Keep it loud, all my nigga gotta go, (GO)
Yeah, aye!
This for the memories
Woo! Yeah
This for the memories
(Straight up)
Woo! Yeah
This for the memories
Yeah-Yeah
This for the memories
Came from bottom yeah, all my boys know that
Came from bottom yeah, all my bitches know that
Gotta keep it real, like my name ali 1 hunnit
I don’t know the shit you’ve been talking on my back
I’ve been blowing it in my studio sessions I’m done now
Yeah, aye!
This for the memories
Woo! Yeah
This for the memories
(Straight up)
Woo! Yeah
This for the memories
Yeah-Yeah
This for the memories
Way too fly for my niggas I don’t know
Keep it loud, all my nigga gotta go
And the boys are the killer one
Keep a chopper and its still a one (woah)
And you, call a homie he’s a fake one?
Yeah-yeah?
Don’t call my homie fake one bitch I pull blat!
Yeah, aye!
This for the memories
Woo! Yeah
This for the memories
(Straight up)
Woo! Yeah
This for the memories
Yeah-Yeah
This for the memories
Came with the squad (squad)
Look at my broad
I don’t know the fuck these niggas talking about
I got real shit banging like its woofer loud
You know, I’m late to the party in heaven