Promethazne by THEBOYJ Lyrics
Gang, gang, gang, nigga
Gang, gang, nigga
Gang, gang, nigga
I might fuck your boo
She gon fuck me too
Cause my money up
Yeah she love the bucks
Big bands in my car
Big bands in my truck
I don't give a fuck
She gon suck me up
Then I buss a nut
Send it to her guts
Ou that shorty love the xanny, man she booted up
Made lil shorty eat a plan b, I ain't gettin cuffed
I ain't gettin cuffed, nigga fuck that shit
Hop up in a whip
Skrt off super quick
She suck like a tick
She might take a pic
I ain't feeling it
Kick her out the whip
Where's my next bitch?
Where's my necklace
You might catch it
Bring you death quick
Catch you playin with my feelings, it get reckless
Huh, yeah, it get reckless
Hey, yeah, it get hectic
Wait, yuh, promethazine
Yuh, then I mix it with the lean
Got a glocky, got a glocky with the beam
Huh, are you seeing what I'm seeing?
Yuh! I don't do xans no more
Gimme that Wok, I pour
I might just kick the door
I might just fuck your hoe
Money all on the floor
Bitch I'm up next
What is you crying for?
What is you crying for?
Tell em dead the talks
Tell em dead the talks
I swear the K will make em Diddy Bop
Two two-threes with the beam
Wet up all the opps
I just came up in the game almost at the top
Yeah, tell a Peng ting "come and give me top"
You got shorties in the telly
Mine are in Lacoste
And they ride round with the stick
Like they play Lacrosse
I'm only pushin foreign whips, nigga I'm a boss
Big boss, big baller, triple B's nigga
Drink Voss, drip water, double V's nigga
Huh, you ain't fuckin with my team nigga
Ye, big 47 on the tee nigga
Yeah, it's that gang shit
How you ride round with the same bitch?
Smoking cookie, smoking cookie, and it's stankin'
Yeah, tell that bitch to smell the fragrance
Yeah I told that bitch to air it out
I ain't with the word of mouth
You hatin come see me now bitch
I'm flexin without a doubt bitch
My shirt off up in the crowd bitch
Yeah, it's that gang shit
Hey, yeah, it's a boomerang
Hey, throw that bitch like it's a boomerang
*GANG GANG GANG GANG NIGGAAA!*
Gang, gang, nigga
Gang, gang, nigga
I might fuck your boo
She gon fuck me too
Cause my money up
Yeah she love the bucks
Big bands in my car
Big bands in my truck
I don't give a fuck
She gon suck me up
Then I buss a nut
Send it to her guts
Ou that shorty love the xanny, man she booted up
Made lil shorty eat a plan b, I ain't gettin cuffed
I ain't gettin cuffed, nigga fuck that shit
Hop up in a whip
Skrt off super quick
She suck like a tick
She might take a pic
I ain't feeling it
Kick her out the whip
Where's my next bitch?
Where's my necklace
You might catch it
Bring you death quick
Catch you playin with my feelings, it get reckless
Huh, yeah, it get reckless
Hey, yeah, it get hectic
Wait, yuh, promethazine
Yuh, then I mix it with the lean
Got a glocky, got a glocky with the beam
Huh, are you seeing what I'm seeing?
Yuh! I don't do xans no more
Gimme that Wok, I pour
I might just kick the door
I might just fuck your hoe
Money all on the floor
Bitch I'm up next
What is you crying for?
What is you crying for?
Tell em dead the talks
Tell em dead the talks
I swear the K will make em Diddy Bop
Two two-threes with the beam
Wet up all the opps
I just came up in the game almost at the top
Yeah, tell a Peng ting "come and give me top"
You got shorties in the telly
Mine are in Lacoste
And they ride round with the stick
Like they play Lacrosse
I'm only pushin foreign whips, nigga I'm a boss
Big boss, big baller, triple B's nigga
Drink Voss, drip water, double V's nigga
Huh, you ain't fuckin with my team nigga
Ye, big 47 on the tee nigga
Yeah, it's that gang shit
How you ride round with the same bitch?
Smoking cookie, smoking cookie, and it's stankin'
Yeah, tell that bitch to smell the fragrance
Yeah I told that bitch to air it out
I ain't with the word of mouth
You hatin come see me now bitch
I'm flexin without a doubt bitch
My shirt off up in the crowd bitch
Yeah, it's that gang shit
Hey, yeah, it's a boomerang
Hey, throw that bitch like it's a boomerang
*GANG GANG GANG GANG NIGGAAA!*