Okay, yeah, yeah
Alright, uh-huh
She got that #ss and I know what I’ma do with that
I’m blowing gas, see the smoke when I’ma do the dash
I’m popping tags, b#tch, I act up when I scoop a bag
And it’s a fact, all my pockets stuffed with stupid racks
And she get down, that is where the roof is at
I wear the crown, Prada belts and Gucci bags
She run around, got ’em hollering “Oooh, she bad!”
I bring the hounds, I let ’em loose you, do the math
Lil’ shawty know my name, homie, we not the same
If you ain’t with us then stay up out my lane [Oh-whoa
You tryna throw me shade? I’m finna run up a check
You talking ’bout the money? You better come corrеct
I’m al-I’m always in my bag, I’m boutta come collect
I’m flying first class when I hop up in thе jet
I say I want it all and I want nothing less
And I ain’t ever running, homie, you are not a threat
Unless we hop up in the hooptie we go straight to the Moon [Yeah, yeah
Sipping Goosie, bumping Tunechi, yeah, you know what we do [Yeah, yeah
And I don’t mind what level we be taking it to [Oh-oh
Haters stick to you like leeches, I be shaking ’em loose
Shit, I be making the news, I’m all on [I’m all on
Pop one, pop two, baby, it’s all gone [It’s all gone
And she know I don’t need no introduction [Whoa, whoa
She hit me with seduction, we be f#cking [Oooh, whoa]
She got that #ss and I know what I’ma do with that
I’m blowing gas, see the smoke when I’ma do the dash
I’m popping tags, b#tch, I act up when I scoop a bag
And it’s a fact, all my pockets stuffed with stupid racks
And she get down, that is where the roof is at
I wear the crown, Prada belts and Gucci bags
She run around, got ’em hollering “Oooh, she bad!” [Uh
I bring the hounds [Yeah], I let ’em loose you, do the math [Aye]
It’s been a minute [Minute], now these n#gg#s finished
BBG the squad [What!?], sh#t, you know I’m representing
Look at me, pushing P [Yeah] so you know I got no limit [[?]
My pockets like my frame so you know I’m ’bout big business [Let’s get it
Cop the coupe, cut the roof, you can’t get in it [Whoa, whoa
All my moves hater proof, you n#gg#s finished [Let’s go
‘Cause they always talk big ’til we meet, f#ck two rounds, we three-peat
Take no L’s, can’t be beat [Uh-uh, what], my squad BBG
Unless we hop up in the hooptie we go straight to the Moon [Yeah, yeah
Sipping Goosie, bumping Tunechi, yeah, you know what we do [Yeah, yeah
And I don’t mind what level we be taking it to [Oh-oh
Haters stick to you like leeches, I be shaking ’em loose
Shit, I be making the news, I’m all on [I’m all on
Pop one, pop two, baby, it’s all gone [It’s all gone
And she know I don’t need no introduction [Whoa, whoa
She hit me with seduction, we be f#cking [Oooh, whoa]
She got that #ss and I know what I’ma do with that
I’m blowing gas, see the smoke when I’ma do the dash
I’m popping tags, b#tch, I act up when I scoop a bag
And it’s a fact, all my pockets stuffed with stupid racks
And she get down, that is where the roof is at
I wear the crown, Prada belts and Gucci bags
She run around, got ’em hollering “Oooh, she bad!”
I bring the hounds, I let ’em loose you, do the math
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