YUHERD

Ooh
Getting this bag you heard
They getting mad you heard
I’m in a jag you heard
Yeah
YUHERD
YUHERD
YUHERD
YUHERD
Aye I’m popping tags you heard
Aye
Scraped my rims look out, pot hole
I’m so cold
I’m sick snot nose
Gucci boy my fit 5 0
50 bands that’s it
Not including rolexes
All I do is spend my money on
Some dumb expensive shit, woah
I think I’m crazy I drive from the passenger car seat
In a audi the jakes cannot stop me
In the back seat yo bitch tryina top me
I got rings on my car like it’s Beijing
Got a boyfriend she ain’t say the same thing
Said she single but it’s like the same thing
So much guala I need me like 8 rings
Huh
Been 5 years since high school wait no 3 and I’m rich you lazy hoe
Love my dance club girls that’s nice to me look up its raining hoe
Ooh
Getting this bag you heard
They getting mad you heard
I’m in a jag you heard
Yeah
Getting this bag you heard
They getting mad you heard
I’m in a jag you heard
Yeah
YUHERD
YUHERD
YUHERD
YUHERD
Aye I’m popping tags you heard
Getting this bag you heard
They getting mad you heard
I’m in a jag you heard