Lay Bankz - Tongue Out FREESTYLE

Ha-ha-ha-ha
All you bitches is fucking
Burnt

I walk in this bitch with my head up
I be chillin', like, I got my leg up
And I'm stompin' on shit like I'm throwin' a fit
Huh, yeah, Scarface, I'm killin' these hoes
Dick-eating bitch, say hello to my friend
They wanna know how I'm doin' this shit
I did it once and I do it again
All these diamonds on me, no pressure
Pussy wet, no effort
Hold up, yeah, everything I do, extra
Grab the hot sauce, extra-extra spicy
If you munchin', slide in, this shit icy
Bitches hatin', but don't wanna fight me
All these computers, bots just typin'
You thought that hurt me? Bitch, that entice me

If you mad, ball your fists (uh, uh, uh)
Who you with? Tell her, "Do this" (uh, uh)
Grab a friend, fuck it up (uh, uh)
Do your shit, just like this (uh, yeah)
Go insane, if you that bitch (uh, uh)
Man, lose your motherfuckin' head, bitch (uh)
(Bitch, you lose that shit)
What?

Mm, I got my tongue out, ah
And I'm in here with my gun out (grrah, grrah)
I know they watchin' when I walk, 'cause it's pokin' out
Yeah, whoopin' bitches' ass, I just turned her out (buh, buh)
("Hey, boo, can I ask you a question?")
Bitch, don't write me (write me)
Hold your tongue, don't bite it (bite it)
Serving looks up in these pictures (look, look)
All-natural, sun-lighting
I don't need your opinion (no), nonchalant how I be (hmm)
Her man on my IG (yeah), it's a better view to sightsee

If you feelin' upset, stomp, stomp, bitch
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, make it dump, dump
Huh, this ain't no test
Go, dun-dun-da-dun-dumb
Dun-dun-da-dun-dun-dumb-dumb-dumb
Dun-dun-da-dun-dun-dun-dun-dun

If you mad, ball your fists (uh, uh, uh)
Who you with? Tell her, "Do this" (uh, uh)
Grab a friend, fuck it up (uh, uh)
Do your shit, just like this (uh, yeah)
Go insane, if you that bitch (uh, uh)
Man, lose your motherfuckin' head, bitch (uh)
(Bitch, you lose that shit)
What?

Mm, I got my tongue out, ah
And I'm in here with my gun out (grrah, grrah)
I know they watchin' when I walk, 'cause it's pokin' out
Yeah, whoopin' bitches' ass, I just turned her out (buh, buh)
("Hey, boo, can I ask you a question?")
Bitch, don't write me (write me)
Hold your tongue, don't bite it (bite it)
Serving looks up in these pictures (look, look)
All-natural, sun-lighting
I don't need your opinion (no), nonchalant how I be (hmm)
Her man on my IG (yeah), it's a better view to sightsee

Dun-dun-da-dun-dun-dumb-dumb-dumb
Dun-dun-da-dun-dun-dun-dun-dun

Written by:
Charles Forsberg, Kyle Buckley, Layia Watkins

Publisher:
Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.

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