IamSU! - Aiight lyrics

rate me

Trap lord on my belly, free my nigga really

Eligh just smoking that smelly

Menage in the telly

Drop bitch named Shelly, dick all in her belly

I met that bitch in a fashion show, she was rocking margele

I was grip, cozy tasting , rocking on that but say so

Might be in that selly, smoking on that basic

Just tasking my pocket, for no reason I got it

Fuck around and hit sincerely

Tell that bitch to pop it

Whatssup, what you just mean buying that hoer all that gassy

He broke the foke into my gruel, they gotta act right , they about it

All I know is SAP riding in the main back

Forty caw and we spread back when you hit back, you spread nothin’

Ooh Lord that hurt pow, ooh Lord that drop low

Why they call you trap Lord? Did you trap good to my casket?

I ain’t done it, no time, hook bumping, my gold shine

My dirty niggas wanna talk now

But when we talk drama, I tell ‘em hol’ on

All I know is that trap Lord, that hook bow

All I know is that trap Lord

And your rap boy to my casket

All know is that cash, smoking that good smoke

Model bitch how from Brazil

You wanna do with her (?)

Round around the city, hit it like he did it

Block none in my silk shirt, no pocket, no digging

Round around the city, feel it like he did it

Drop nine in my silk shirt, no pocket, no digging

No applaud when you call, Lord

Mama cry and you call Lord

Mama cry to her toso

Liches start when I drop for

You are dying in this war, body left me to stay on case

Curacy when I hold mine

Don’t mean the fucking business when I pull up and I go off

Shit off from that tosto

I just schuss from no one like can you feel your fucking lame

I bet that nigga cannot walk

Occasion bitch stay coco

Sniff white with that noso

I fuck a bitch with no robber

Cuz that bitch be so wrong

Pop pop when they see me pop niggas really gonna pop

Trust when they see me down nigga really want you

Y’all (?) can’t see me down, trap truly love

With that clip with that bank account, better hit this long

Better run when you see them all

You’ll be see that guy

Hit the drum with this niggas here you gonna see ‘em all

You the son of a bitch, you’re daddy and bro

You a bitch, lil bitch niggas probably wearing bra

All I know is that trap Lord, that hook bow

All I know is that trap Lord

And your rap boy to my casket

All know is that cash, smoking that good smoke

Model bitch how from Brazil

You wanna do with her (?)

Round around the city, hit it like he did it

Block none in my silk shirt, no pocket, no digging

Round around the city, feel it like he did it

Drop nine in my silk shirt, no pocket, no digging