Till The Wheels Fall Off Lyrics by A Boogie Wit Da Hoodie is latest English song with music also given by him. Till The Wheels Fall Off song lyrics are written by A Boogie Wit Da Hoodie.
Till The Wheels Fall Off Song Detail
Singer: A Boogie Wit Da Hoodie
Composer: A Boogie Wit Da Hoodie
Lyrics by: A Boogie Wit Da Hoodie
Till The Wheels Fall Off A Boogie Wit Da Hoodie
(It’s JoeFromYO)
Gotta stay packing if you think I’m lacking
Might not never, just come and see
Don’t give me a reason to squeeze, my ni**a
Know I got the juice like a Sunny D
If I do it for you and you do it for me
Let’s just ride ’til the wheels fall off
If you do it for me, I’m gon’ do it for you
If I don’t, cut my ten toes off, yeah
And I’m getting paid for real, for real
G-ride the wave
Most of my ni**as do pills still
Try to tell them to stay away
I just hope you feel me, my ni**a
Forget all the money and all the fame
This is the real me, my ni**a
I swear to God, this shit will never change
If there was a problem with me
Then you never heard about it, it wasn’t ever me
ni**as be wildin’ nowadays
Shootin’ shit up just to get to my MVP
I ain’t fu**in’ around this time
That’s word to my mother, that’s word to Melody
And if it go down this time, I’m ready
I put that on everything, word to me
(Yeah)
I’m ready, my ni**a, I put that on everything
I’m ready, my ni**a, I’m like yeah, yeah (Yeah), look
I’m a certain ni**a, curve a bitch for actin’ different
Know I prefer baddies only, real specific
She prefers only Birkin purses, I know, yeah (Yeah)
And saying whatever in person
And doing whatever in person
Ain’t gotta be perfect, baby
Just don’t pull up looking like whatever in person
I am not an internet person
I really wear hoodies in person
Yeah
And we ain’t got mob ties, but we really gotta move like the mob (Yeah)
And if I ain’t have long johns on, put the .22 in my sock (Yeah)
And if I get rode on, I’ma spin the block two hundred times
And my ni**as got told on, FaceTime in V12 from the time
And I know shit get real nowadays, yeah, shit get litty
Lamborghini, black and blue, looking like the new TRON in my city
Like I’m Jimmy
And I don’t wanna see the ending, baby, I’m still having fun with the beginning
And all my day ones with me, and I’m still real, yeah
Still hangin’ ’round ni**as that used to go five, five with me
Like a half an hour, 30 on me just in case they want my time to stop ticking
Richard Mille ’bout a half a million, coulda bought a house, my ni**a
Me and my girl just finished arguing, I don’t wanna take no pictures
Don’t think I’m crazy, baby
‘Cause I go crazy ’bout you
Keep a .380 with me
That shotty’ll rock your body
I don’t need no stylist, stop it (Stop)
Just in case they pocket watching
I pulled up with a pocket rocket
I can make you famous
Buy the flyest, ni**a, I Saint Laurent it
These ni**as be broke
They don’t want no beef, they don’t want know Johnny Rockets
I don’t need no lease, gettin’ money OD
Anything I drive, I buy
Skeleton AP or the Patek Philippe
What’s next? I haven’t decided
Gotta stay packing if you think I’m lacking
Might not never, just come and see
Don’t give me a reason to squeeze, my ni**a
Know I got the juice like a Sunny D
If I do it for you, then just do it for me
Let’s just ride ’til the wheels fall off
If you do it for me, I’m gon’ do it for you
And if I don’t, cut my ten toes off