"Sexy & I Know It" lyrics
She sexy and she know It
Grrah, gang-gang
Gang-gang
She sexy and- (Move, look)
So why the fuck you drop my O? (Grrah)
Like ya mans ain't die by that pole (Grrah-grrah)
I up it and shoot, you know I'ma throw
Now I'm duckin' the D's cause I gotta get low
I ain't passin' this blunt, y'all know what I smoke (Grrah)
Too official, y'all know what I'm on
And they label, they callin' my phone
Let's talk about how that boy ain't make it home
You can die for the shit that you say in yo song
You keep tryna move look but y'all doin' it wrong (Grrah)
That's a thot and she playin' my song
That's a thot and she gettin' me long
Oh she a thot, tell her take off her thong (Grrah)
Oh that's a opp, he get beat wit' the gun (Grrah)
Grrah, smokin' all deads (Grrah-grrah)
So why the fuck you drop my O? (Grrah)
Like ya mans ain't die by that pole (Grrah-grrah)
I up it and shoot, you know I'ma throw
Now I'm duckin' the D's cause I gotta get low
I ain't passin' this blunt, y'all know what I smoke
I'm too official, y'all know what I'm on
And they label, they callin' my phone
Let's talk about how that boy ain't make it home
(Grrah)
(Gang-gang-gang)
(Every opp shot)
(Smokin' all deads)
(Grrah)
(Gang-gang-)
(Go get that nigga)
I'ma spin, where they at?
In the spot wit' a couple of Makks (Ayy)
We see a opp, I bet he get clapped
Ayo Bri, ya pussy was wack (Damn)
And these niggas they know what I jack
You jack OzK you get clapped
And Lotti got stabbed in his back (What the fuck?)
That bitch a thot, and she lemme slap (Grrah)
It's too oppy I stay wit' my knock (What the fuck?)
Try and line me you get shot
And that bitch a thot I be totin' my nine
Move look, he gon' get you the guap
We dump on the flocks and we smokin' on Benz (Benzo)
Opp thot, lemme bring a friend (Grrah)
I catch Buddah, he get hit (Like, look)
Ayo Quan, you better not miss
I see a opp, I'ma hop out the whip (Grrah)
Move look, he don't trip (Damn)
And the Oz in the spot like, "We in"
If we see a oppa we empty the clip (Grrah)
So why the fuck you drop my O? (What the-?)
Like ya mans ain't die by that pole (Grrah-grrah)
I up it and shoot, you know I'ma throw
Now I'm duckin' the D's cause I gotta get low
I ain't passin' this blunt, y'all know what I smoke (Grrah)
Too official, y'all know what I'm on
And they label, they callin' my phone
Let's talk about how that boy ain't make it home
You can die for the shit that you say in yo song
You keep tryna move look but y'all doin' it wrong
That's a thot and she playin' my song
That's a thot and she gettin' me long
Oh she a thot, tell her take off her thong
Oh that's a opp, he get beat wit' the gun
Grrah, smokin' all deads (Grrah)
So why the fuck you drop my O? (Grrah)
Like ya mans ain't die by that pole (Grrah-grrah)
I'm finna shoot, you know I'ma throw
Now I'm duckin' the D's cause I gotta get low
I ain't passin' this blunt, y'all know what I smoke
I'm too official, y'all know what I'm on
And they label, they callin' my phone
Let's talk about how that boy ain't make it home
Grrah, gang-gang
Gang-gang
She sexy and- (Move, look)
So why the fuck you drop my O? (Grrah)
Like ya mans ain't die by that pole (Grrah-grrah)
I up it and shoot, you know I'ma throw
Now I'm duckin' the D's cause I gotta get low
I ain't passin' this blunt, y'all know what I smoke (Grrah)
Too official, y'all know what I'm on
And they label, they callin' my phone
Let's talk about how that boy ain't make it home
You can die for the shit that you say in yo song
You keep tryna move look but y'all doin' it wrong (Grrah)
That's a thot and she playin' my song
That's a thot and she gettin' me long
Oh she a thot, tell her take off her thong (Grrah)
Oh that's a opp, he get beat wit' the gun (Grrah)
Grrah, smokin' all deads (Grrah-grrah)
So why the fuck you drop my O? (Grrah)
Like ya mans ain't die by that pole (Grrah-grrah)
I up it and shoot, you know I'ma throw
Now I'm duckin' the D's cause I gotta get low
I ain't passin' this blunt, y'all know what I smoke
I'm too official, y'all know what I'm on
And they label, they callin' my phone
Let's talk about how that boy ain't make it home
(Grrah)
(Gang-gang-gang)
(Every opp shot)
(Smokin' all deads)
(Grrah)
(Gang-gang-)
(Go get that nigga)
I'ma spin, where they at?
In the spot wit' a couple of Makks (Ayy)
We see a opp, I bet he get clapped
Ayo Bri, ya pussy was wack (Damn)
And these niggas they know what I jack
You jack OzK you get clapped
And Lotti got stabbed in his back (What the fuck?)
That bitch a thot, and she lemme slap (Grrah)
It's too oppy I stay wit' my knock (What the fuck?)
Try and line me you get shot
And that bitch a thot I be totin' my nine
Move look, he gon' get you the guap
We dump on the flocks and we smokin' on Benz (Benzo)
Opp thot, lemme bring a friend (Grrah)
I catch Buddah, he get hit (Like, look)
Ayo Quan, you better not miss
I see a opp, I'ma hop out the whip (Grrah)
Move look, he don't trip (Damn)
And the Oz in the spot like, "We in"
If we see a oppa we empty the clip (Grrah)
So why the fuck you drop my O? (What the-?)
Like ya mans ain't die by that pole (Grrah-grrah)
I up it and shoot, you know I'ma throw
Now I'm duckin' the D's cause I gotta get low
I ain't passin' this blunt, y'all know what I smoke (Grrah)
Too official, y'all know what I'm on
And they label, they callin' my phone
Let's talk about how that boy ain't make it home
You can die for the shit that you say in yo song
You keep tryna move look but y'all doin' it wrong
That's a thot and she playin' my song
That's a thot and she gettin' me long
Oh she a thot, tell her take off her thong
Oh that's a opp, he get beat wit' the gun
Grrah, smokin' all deads (Grrah)
So why the fuck you drop my O? (Grrah)
Like ya mans ain't die by that pole (Grrah-grrah)
I'm finna shoot, you know I'ma throw
Now I'm duckin' the D's cause I gotta get low
I ain't passin' this blunt, y'all know what I smoke
I'm too official, y'all know what I'm on
And they label, they callin' my phone
Let's talk about how that boy ain't make it home
Writer(s): Jaylan Olijah Henry
