Lyrics nun major - Eryxse , CLXUDA

We love you Eryxse
Clxuda

All these motha fuckin hunnas, in the back I gotta go
Got a caddy wit some rims, lil bitch I'm rollin forty-four's
David Banner, wit that banner, ian tryna hear yo banter
Bitch I'm up now you down, spent like forty on bananas
Go bananas when I pull up too the function
Everybody know my name, I'm finna blow up no combustion
See a op and started bussin, that boy broke he on a budget
Making feats they started rushing
Wanna feat I'm never budging
Even all the ops be steady bumping

But like why tho, cause they know that shit slap
Who the fuck you tryna touch, all my shooters keep a strap
Smoking reefers on top of reefers, know I'm blowing on the pack
Yeah you know the beam attached, fully masked like Call Of Duty
Hit the flash record a movie, put my thumb inside her booty
Yo shit ass I'm talking dookie, and the bullets going thru em
And the bullets going thru em, and the bullets going thru em
And the bullets going thru em, yeah the bullets going thru em

All these motha fuckin hunnas, in the back I gotta go
Got a caddy wit some rims, lil bitch I'm rollin forty-four's
David Banner, wit that banner, ian tryna hear yo banter
Bitch I'm up now you down, spent like forty on bananas
Go bananas when I pull up too the function
Everybody know my name, I'm finna blow up no combustion
See a op and started bussin, that boy broke he on a budget
Making feats they started rushing
Wanna feat I'm never budging
Even all the ops be steady bumping

I ain even hear yo statement, cause I'm never speaking bitch
Got a drum on the stick, make that shit go fa-fa-fa
Mane that bitch done hit the dougie
If she ugly put her face on the mat, gotta tap cause its fat
I'm loving how it clap
Keep a draco for a pussy, and my Jordan's dead stock
I ain got time for a bitch, call me Fred make the bed rock
Talking Fred Flintstone music hard like bedrock
Caught 'em at a bus stop, bullets spitting nonstop
Put her in a headlock bitch gave the best top
Looking out the window fuck her on the desktop
Bitch I'm out back rolling woods with the gang
Bitch I'm boot'd as fuck, I keep my bitches on a chain
Like chain chain, chain gang, pull up we gon bang bang
I copped some forgi's only got it for the damn name
All these bitches damn lames, put that on the damn gang

Mane this shit ain nun major
Keep extendos for a hater
Pull up wit a laser, knock his teeth out Tow Mater, Like ugh
Why you hit my phone if it isn't bout bread
Bitch ian tripping ian worried bout that
Bitch I'm feeling like I'm Yeat, I fuck around and double that
Bitch I call that shit a double bag, heavy like a double back
Run the bag, Run it back, fuck you doing I'm a running back skrt off in a thunder cat

All these motha fuckin hunnas, in the back I gotta go
Got a caddy wit some rims, lil bitch I'm rollin forty-four's
David Banner, wit that banner, ian tryna hear yo banter
Bitch I'm up now you down, spent like forty on bananas
Go bananas when I pull up too the function
Everybody know my name, I'm finna blow up no combustion
See a op and started bussin, that boy broke he on a budget
Making feats they started rushing
Wanna feat I'm never budging
Even all the ops be steady bumping