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symphony Lyrics
- Genre:Hip Hop & Rap
- Year of Release:2024
Lyrics
Okay, let's go
Okay, like huh
Okay, let's go
Okay, like huh
Okay, let's go
Okay, like huh
Okay, let's go
Okay, like huh
Choppa be singing, like it is a symphony
I hit your bitch, and she running right back to me
Chop automatic, please don't start no shit with me
Okay, let's go
Okay, like huh
Okay, let's go
Okay, like huh
Bought a new patek
My chop automatic
I laced that boy xan, he going crazy
Don't got a band, no conversation
Like 10 bands, to get in my section
And your lil hoe, always be sexting
You want that treesh, you be texting
Pockets anemic, they blue as fuck
Went up to Neiman's, and blew some bucks
You down as hell, boy, I'm up as fuck
We hit up Sak's, and I'm filling her guts
Dot on his head, make him look like a Hindu
Talking that shit, tryna see what that shit do
I got a reticle, bet I won't miss you
Fuck a damn funeral, nobody miss you
Okay, let's go
Okay, like huh
Bought a new patek
My chop automatic
I laced that boy xan, he going crazy
Don't got a band, no conversation
Like 10 bands, to get in my section
And your lil hoe, always be sexting
You want that treesh, you be texting
Pockets anemic, they blue as fuck
Went up to Neiman's, and blew some bucks
You down as hell, boy, I'm up as fuck
We hit up Sak's, and I'm filling her guts
Okay, let's go
Okay, like huh
Bought a new patek
My chop automatic
I laced that boy xan, he going crazy
Don't got a band, no conversation
Like 10 bands, to get in my section
And your lil hoe, always be sexting
You want that treesh, you be texting
Pockets anemic, they blue as fuck
Went up to Neiman's, and blew some bucks
You down as hell, boy, I'm up as fuck
We hit up Sak's, and I'm filling her guts
Dot on his head, make him look like a Hindu
Talking that shit, tryna see what that shit do
I got a reticle, bet I won't miss you
Fuck a damn funeral, nobody miss you
Okay, let's go
Okay, like huh
Bought a new patek
My chop automatic
I laced that boy xan, he going crazy
Don't got a band, no conversation
Like 10 bands, to get in my section
And your lil hoe, always be sexting
You want that treesh, you be texting
Pockets anemic, they blue as fuck
Went up to Neiman's, and blew some bucks
You down as hell, boy, I'm up as fuck
We hit up Sak's, and I'm filling her guts
Okay, let's go
Okay, like huh
Bought a new patek
My chop automatic
I laced that boy xan, he going crazy
Don't got a band, no conversation
Like 10 bands, to get in my section
And your lil hoe, always be sexting
You want that treesh, you be texting
Pockets anemic, they blue as fuck
Went up to Neiman's, and blew some bucks
You down as hell, boy, I'm up as fuck
We hit up Sak's, and I'm filling her guts
Dot on his head, make him look like a Hindu
Talking that shit, tryna see what that shit do
I got a reticle, bet I won't miss you
Fuck a damn funeral, nobody miss you
Okay, let's go
Okay, like huh
Bought a new patek
My chop automatic
I laced that boy xan, he going crazy
Don't got a band, no conversation
Like 10 bands, to get in my section
And your lil hoe, always be sexting
You want that treesh, you be texting
Dot on his head, make him look like a Hindu
Talking that shit, tryna see what that shit do
I got a reticle, bet I won't miss you
Fuck a damn funeral, nobody miss you
Okay, let's go
Okay, like huh
Bought a new patek
My chop automatic
I laced that boy xan, he going crazy
Don't got a band, no conversation
Like 10 bands, to get in my section
And your lil hoe, always be sexting
You want that treesh, you be texting