| Lyrics | Yeah, yeah
[Verse 1]
Go in the booth and I really go stupid
Slide wit a pirate I feel like I'm Luffy
I'm livin' fast, my life is a movie and bitch I am the catch
So you gotta pursue me, fuck up a show and go dive in some coochie
Switch up my bitches I’m hot and I’m moody
We talkin guala I gotta stay fluent
She say its gon break her heart if she lose me
I'm wit the club, kick it like Bruce Li
Shawty a dub, she don’t amuse me
I got a chop let it sing like it's Toosi
Jose Cuervo in my cup I don’t do lean
[Verse 2]
Ay, come take a seat, own it no lease, she wanna fuck, shawty in heat
Open your legs then okay ima feast
Bitch I'm a goat got the flyest of fleece
I like my neck hella sloppy not neat
She want a hubby its prolly not me
Anything worth it is prolly not free
So if you want a feature your arm is the fee
Tats on my body I'm proud of my sleeve
I been doing better I'm proud as can be
I been in the lab my song overseas
He wanna play ball but he not in my league
I step back and shoot like I'm Trevor Ariz
You fuckin' my bitch well thats hard to believe
[Verse 3]
These niggas they penny they pinchin'
Ima run up the check in a minute
Fuck her once disappear I'm a menace
I might take my main bitch out to Kemet, oops I meant Egypt
Druggy ass nigga on my DMT shit
Knuck if you buck but I be on my peace shit
Walk so divine they be like is he Jesus
Custom my feet and it don’t got no creases
This not for consumption, this for niggas thats worried bout hunnits
Opps in the spot I ain’t worried bout nothin
Breakin' her back I ain’t worried bout lovin'
Hit your bestie, your sis, now I'm worried bout cousins
We not in Vegas she know I'm a stunna
Hop out the van wit a K its a Russian
Cook up the track got the beat out the oven
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Yeah, hop out the van wit a K its a Russian
Cook up da track got the beat out the oven
In the Benz whip out the meat and she love it
I can't come over got beef wit her hubby
In my own lane not competin' wit others |
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