Nose Bleed Testo
Testo Nose Bleed
Feet in the sand, yeah
Feet in the sand, yeah
Feet in the sand, yeah
C'mon, c'mon
Yeah
Feet in the sand, yeah (Yeah)
Trips to Japan, yeah (Yeah)
A-A-All these Xans wit' me
We can go up (Yeah) We can go up (Yeah)
Feed off of envy
When we talk 'bout racks, I got plenty
We can go up (Yeah)
What, you want go up?
What, you want go up? (Yeah)
What, you want go up? (Yeah, let me know)
Why you try to play like I ain't have in me? (Yeah)
I get to the chicken, to that play, every season
We can go up (Yeah)
We can go up
Wе can go up (Yeah)
What, you want go up? (C'mon)
New coupe, I swеar this shit fast, man, I swear this shit faster than the last one (Yeah, yeah)
That bitch, she was on my roster, but then that ho turned to a pass on
Ever since I got poppin', that ho started poppin' my phone, actin' like I'm gon' answer
I got personal hoes in my DM's
No Desiigner, got broads in Atlanta It's some fuck nigga clickin' up, actin' like bitches, I told my twin, "Hoes gon' be hoes"
Ask yo bitch 'bout the time I was fuckin' her so good, [?]
I just copped a new AMG inside of Arizona, and LA with the Rolls
[?]
Trackhawk gon' take off fast, yeah
200, my dash, yeah (C'mon, c'mon)
I'm tryna roll up this blunt with my ash tray, it's makin' me mad
Walk inside of Louis, spent fifteen, no fashion, that was yo last check
That bitch she top off, take it top floor, I'm tryna smash that
1600 could see the [?]
(Blindfold, yeah)
(1600 could see the [?], with the blindfold)
Yeah
Let's just count these bands, fifteen my fit, goddamn
D-DJ, run it back, the world up in my hands
She a party girl, wan' party on the dance floor
P-P-Pull up to my crib, what the fuck you got on pants for?
I make the new shit dance, woah (Like what?)
Copyright my stance (Copyright my stance)
I'm 'bout to chop shit, 'Lamb, ho
This shit never end
[?], don't try that shit again
[?], I don't follow no trend
Why you try to play like I ain't have in me? (Yeah)
I get to the chicken, to that play, every season
We can go up (Yeah)
We can go up
We can go up (Yeah)
What, you want go up?
Yeah
F-F-Feet in the sand, yeah (Hey)
T-T-Trips to Japan, yeah (Yeah)
All these Xans wit' me (No)
We can go up (Yeah)
We can go up
Blindfold
Feet in the sand, yeah
Trips to Japan, yeah
All these Xans wit' me
We can go up (Yeah)
We can go up (Slatt, slatt, slatt, slatt)
Feet in the sand, yeah
Feet in the sand, yeah
C'mon, c'mon
Yeah
Feet in the sand, yeah (Yeah)
Trips to Japan, yeah (Yeah)
A-A-All these Xans wit' me
We can go up (Yeah) We can go up (Yeah)
Feed off of envy
When we talk 'bout racks, I got plenty
We can go up (Yeah)
What, you want go up?
What, you want go up? (Yeah)
What, you want go up? (Yeah, let me know)
Why you try to play like I ain't have in me? (Yeah)
I get to the chicken, to that play, every season
We can go up (Yeah)
We can go up
Wе can go up (Yeah)
What, you want go up? (C'mon)
New coupe, I swеar this shit fast, man, I swear this shit faster than the last one (Yeah, yeah)
That bitch, she was on my roster, but then that ho turned to a pass on
Ever since I got poppin', that ho started poppin' my phone, actin' like I'm gon' answer
I got personal hoes in my DM's
No Desiigner, got broads in Atlanta It's some fuck nigga clickin' up, actin' like bitches, I told my twin, "Hoes gon' be hoes"
Ask yo bitch 'bout the time I was fuckin' her so good, [?]
I just copped a new AMG inside of Arizona, and LA with the Rolls
[?]
Trackhawk gon' take off fast, yeah
200, my dash, yeah (C'mon, c'mon)
I'm tryna roll up this blunt with my ash tray, it's makin' me mad
Walk inside of Louis, spent fifteen, no fashion, that was yo last check
That bitch she top off, take it top floor, I'm tryna smash that
1600 could see the [?]
(Blindfold, yeah)
(1600 could see the [?], with the blindfold)
Yeah
Let's just count these bands, fifteen my fit, goddamn
D-DJ, run it back, the world up in my hands
She a party girl, wan' party on the dance floor
P-P-Pull up to my crib, what the fuck you got on pants for?
I make the new shit dance, woah (Like what?)
Copyright my stance (Copyright my stance)
I'm 'bout to chop shit, 'Lamb, ho
This shit never end
[?], don't try that shit again
[?], I don't follow no trend
Why you try to play like I ain't have in me? (Yeah)
I get to the chicken, to that play, every season
We can go up (Yeah)
We can go up
We can go up (Yeah)
What, you want go up?
Yeah
F-F-Feet in the sand, yeah (Hey)
T-T-Trips to Japan, yeah (Yeah)
All these Xans wit' me (No)
We can go up (Yeah)
We can go up
Blindfold
Feet in the sand, yeah
Trips to Japan, yeah
All these Xans wit' me
We can go up (Yeah)
We can go up (Slatt, slatt, slatt, slatt)
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