2020 lyrics

[Intro]
It's 2020 b*tch stay in ya bag
It's 2020 stay in ya bag n*gga
Get in ya bag, f*ck you waiting for?
Who you gone let stop you?
n*gga nobody!

[Verse 1]
This b*tch made me nut off of one stroke
It's hard to be rich and then play broke
Baby give me bikini in a bottle
A fries and a sprite and a side of some deep Throat
Oh my, oh my, she flee
One of a kind her makeup beat
If you gotta choose between me and someone Else
Pick them, i’ll leave (byeeee)
Cause 2020, I ain’t with the bullsh*t
I ain’t with the funny money, I got shooters with
Me movin' cautious
And you had a chance with me, too bad you lost it
And i don’t need no friendships, no i won’t force it

[Chorus]
And I’m with them ooda oohs
Booda boom, booda bow
And I don’t wanna pull out, but at the same time I don’t want a child
Cause you know how these b*tches be, they ain’t playing fair and they playing real foul
And I don’t got no tolerance, dripping cold sh*t
b*tch you better pipe down (better pipe down)
[Verse 2]
Before I run in ya sh*t
I cop a fit and then go take me a flick
And I’m in my zone and you ain’t stopping this
It’s never no action, it’s straight politics
And I was just up in the 4 with a stick
They be throwing subs but ain’t tag me in sh*t
Watch how I pull up with a pole tuck, you son of a b*tch!
And i’m really on top, and you know
And i really be sliding, I ain’t giving the media no show
This bad little b*tch threw the line in
This dumb n*gga, he done fell for a little hoe
They can’t believe it, I’m achieving
Oh, oh, oh my god

[Chorus]
And I’m with them ooda oohs
Booda boom, booda bow
And I don’t wanna pull out, but at the same time I don’t want a child
Cause you know how these b*tches be, they ain’t playing fair and they playing real foul
And I don’t got no tolerance, dripping cold sh*t
b*tch you better pipe down (better pipe down)

[Verse 3]
And i’m catching mad attention
I’m so hot that my name always trending (mad hot)
I can get in my bag, i be chilling
Barely speak what i’m thinking, they be stealing
Pretty b*tch, call her bad to the bone
Publix do em right, while she wrong
She need her a real n*gga who gone run down, don’t need bro to him on
And that’s a fact, I got them got them hitta hittas on ya back
I’m with the gang, rolling in the pack, and I put my feelings all up into sacks
And I put my feelings all into traps
And i’m with the squad n*gga, what you on?
My brothers gone ride n*gga right or wrong, my fashion aggressive while a n*gga calm