"90's" lyrics
Fuck, fuck, fuck (I'on play this fuckin', she come if she wanna hit)
Ayy, I got lil', I got lil' Goxan on this motherfucker
I got lil'— I got lil' Goxan— I got lil' Goxan on, hm (Fuck)
Scrapped out with these blicks, we got all this shit
That's the ammo in my bookbag
Take my plate out on these [?]
Smokin' zaza in the stolo
Girl, I phone that ho, she want a photo
Nigga telling, that's a no-no
Bet I snatch out, flip yo' whip, we leavin'
I'on know what type beat Goxan been sendin' me
Countin' shit up, it [?]
Know she wanna fuck, but she know a nigga tender
Chop shit down like I put it in a blender
Catch you out late with no fight, you surrender
Gotta get high before I eat dinner
Havin' road rage on the highway, better get out the way
Chasin' all that, put the Glock in his face
Fuckin' different hoes, I'on even know the races
Mix from the past, there's a time and a place
Old ass beat, I don't know what to say
Goxan send the beats from back in the day
Slide 'em a beat like I'm back in the 80s
We illegal but we smoke like LA
In the back seat with a shiest' on my face
Lil' buddy gotta eat with a Glock by a plate
On the back screen, tryna catch another plate
I got a receipt, what I spent for your fade
Got the receipt, what I spent for your squirly
Soon as I get out, I'm drippin', muddy
Spill a nigga brain, leave his T-shirt bloody
What the fuck he think? He ain't rich for nothin'
Fall for the hoes, gotta meet my lil' cousin
Blicked up, me and my gang, buddy
Run a nigga shit up, put the tip in the garbage
Open 'em up for my teeth, lil' sparkly
Nigga act like nigga do archery
Fiendin' for the fine, nigga don't want money
Feign for the racks, I just ran up a hundred
Nigga call his hoes, yeah, dick in her spine
Stay reppin' on the cut, beat kinda runnin'
I hear a bitch moanin', the beat kinda funny
Still gon' fuck, I ain't give the ho no money
Diff' kinda hoes, I want Alice in the wonderland
Why the fuck nigga, I lick with no gun at?
Nigga pop shit, we gon' make him do the running man
Other time, still got tripped by my underwear
Headin' to block with a chop, no monitor
Skin a nigga top, he gon' end up cutting hair
Old ass beat, he should've never sent it
Buddy got Xan in his balls, got plenty
Plug on the Airbnb's, we in it
Fake out the drop on the Vs, they runnin'
Mind spread, pull on my sleeve, I'm denim
Pull up, we jump out the whip, they handy
[?] real, you ain't had it in a minute
All these fine shit really friendly
All these bitches really friendly
Pockets swole, got knots in it
Watch the roll, we on your whip
Shit got stole, it right over here
It finna get cold, you finna get a chill
And you on that opp shit
And you on that opp shit
Hit you with a drop, bitch
I just got my rocks up
And it's with some fine shit
This blunt got my mind spinnin'
Tryna find something round with this
In a black truck, riding 'round with blitz
Fuck, fuck, fuck
Ayy, I got lil', I got lil' Goxan on this motherfucker
I got lil'— I got lil' Goxan— I got lil' Goxan on, hm (Fuck)
Scrapped out with these blicks, we got all this shit
That's the ammo in my bookbag
Take my plate out on these [?]
Smokin' zaza in the stolo
Girl, I phone that ho, she want a photo
Nigga telling, that's a no-no
Bet I snatch out, flip yo' whip, we leavin'
I'on know what type beat Goxan been sendin' me
Countin' shit up, it [?]
Know she wanna fuck, but she know a nigga tender
Chop shit down like I put it in a blender
Catch you out late with no fight, you surrender
Gotta get high before I eat dinner
Havin' road rage on the highway, better get out the way
Chasin' all that, put the Glock in his face
Fuckin' different hoes, I'on even know the races
Mix from the past, there's a time and a place
Old ass beat, I don't know what to say
Goxan send the beats from back in the day
Slide 'em a beat like I'm back in the 80s
We illegal but we smoke like LA
In the back seat with a shiest' on my face
Lil' buddy gotta eat with a Glock by a plate
On the back screen, tryna catch another plate
I got a receipt, what I spent for your fade
Got the receipt, what I spent for your squirly
Soon as I get out, I'm drippin', muddy
Spill a nigga brain, leave his T-shirt bloody
What the fuck he think? He ain't rich for nothin'
Fall for the hoes, gotta meet my lil' cousin
Blicked up, me and my gang, buddy
Run a nigga shit up, put the tip in the garbage
Open 'em up for my teeth, lil' sparkly
Nigga act like nigga do archery
Fiendin' for the fine, nigga don't want money
Feign for the racks, I just ran up a hundred
Nigga call his hoes, yeah, dick in her spine
Stay reppin' on the cut, beat kinda runnin'
I hear a bitch moanin', the beat kinda funny
Still gon' fuck, I ain't give the ho no money
Diff' kinda hoes, I want Alice in the wonderland
Why the fuck nigga, I lick with no gun at?
Nigga pop shit, we gon' make him do the running man
Other time, still got tripped by my underwear
Headin' to block with a chop, no monitor
Skin a nigga top, he gon' end up cutting hair
Old ass beat, he should've never sent it
Buddy got Xan in his balls, got plenty
Plug on the Airbnb's, we in it
Fake out the drop on the Vs, they runnin'
Mind spread, pull on my sleeve, I'm denim
Pull up, we jump out the whip, they handy
[?] real, you ain't had it in a minute
All these fine shit really friendly
All these bitches really friendly
Pockets swole, got knots in it
Watch the roll, we on your whip
Shit got stole, it right over here
It finna get cold, you finna get a chill
And you on that opp shit
And you on that opp shit
Hit you with a drop, bitch
I just got my rocks up
And it's with some fine shit
This blunt got my mind spinnin'
Tryna find something round with this
In a black truck, riding 'round with blitz
Fuck, fuck, fuck
