Ouu
Santana
The Ill nana
(It’s Trax season bruh)
I said “Ouuu, the ill nana” (Ill nana)
His lil baby so I call him big papa
He want my ah ah, but that’s a no-no
This too hot to handle, guaranteed to go loco
I said “Ouuu, the ill nana” (Ouu, ill nana)
His lil baby so I call him big papa (Big papa)
He want my ah ah, but that’s a no-no
This too hot to handle, guaranteed to go loco (Loco)
I’m a main page type of b#tch who always on the story (Yeah)
Mama shoulda taught you side hoes don’t get no glory (Side)
Upgraded on him and my future, feelin’ Lori
If you scared to spend your money then this ain’t your category (Bye)
900 for the Nikes on some chill sh#t (Chill)
30k made me icy, that’s a cool wrist (Ice-ice-ice)
In my own lane so I don’t co-exist
Number one or number two
These hoes shitty and they pissed
I got that ouuu, the ill nana
His lil baby so I call him big papa
He want my ah ah, but that’s a no-no
This too hot to handle, guaranteed to go loco
I got that ouuu, the ill nana
His lil baby so I call him big papa
He want my ah ah, but that’s a no-no
This too hot to handle, guaranteed to go loco (Kali)
I got that ouuu, got that yeah yeah
Talmbout he ain’t never been in love
I can’t tell, yeah
He like dis bih pressure, pick me up like he a wrestler (Yeah)
Do it with no hands, I’mma ride like a new Tesla (I bet ya)
Ain’t never had no b#tch that throw it back
And soak the bed up, soak the nut up
Block yo phone and have you f#cked up
If you ever f#ck with Kali then you lucked up
Wet #ss p#ss#, bout my money and I’m stuck up
On God
I said “Ouuu, the ill nana” (Ill nana)
His lil baby so I call him big papa (Big papa)
He want my ah ah, but that’s a no-no
This too hot to handle, guaranteed to go loco
I said “Ouuu, the ill nana” (Ouu, ill nana)
His lil baby so I call him big papa (Big papa)
He want my ah ah, but that’s a no-no
This too hot to handle, guaranteed to go loco (Loco)
Drinkin’ out the bottle Casamigos
Drinkin’ with my migos, turn into a freak hoe (Mm)
Gotta take your time cause this p#ss# like a free throw
Suck that n#gg# dry, he bout to c#m
He like whoa whoa
Now I’m like whoa whoa, his face go low low
Boom-boom-boom, p#ss# boomin like a metro
Mix the sticky with the icky
Love the taste of this coco
Put it in my gut, I want to feel it in my torso
I said “Ouuu, the ill nana” (Ill nana)
His lil baby so I call him big papa (Big papa)
He want my ah ah, but that’s a no-no
This too hot to handle, guaranteed to go loco
I said “Ouuu, the ill nana” (Ouu, ill nana)
His lil baby so I call him big papa (Big papa)
He want my ah ah, but that’s a no-no
This too hot to handle, guaranteed to go loco (Loco)
(It’s Trax season bruh)
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