Lyrics Matt OX – Pom Poms

Lil Tracy:
Man, show you ?
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Woah, woah

Got your bitch takin’ her dress off like she left prom
She give me neck long time, she like a llama
You know I work, work, work, work like Rihanna
She screamin’ like a cheerleader, give her a pom pom
I do magic you lil’ bitch, I be like «Voilà»
Point blank, period, I love them commas
We not worried ’bout no scumbag bombaclaats
We not worried ’bout no scumbag bombaclaats

MATT OX:
In the stu’ with Lil Tracy
And your shorty wanna date me
I’ve been flexin’ on ’em lately
Got the money, these haters funny, these haters dummies
I got so much paper that they’re callin’ me a mummy
Run up with the Goth Bois
Run up in your spot, boy
At your face, these red dots, boy
They be lookin’ like some pimples
And the diamonds on the wrist make the wrist blue

Lil Tracy:
Got your bitch takin’ her dress off like she left prom
She give me neck long time, she like a llama
You know I work, work, work, work like Rihanna