You know?
Or do you?
Uh, lil b#tch
Give no f#cks about no status
My lil baby, you can’t touch it
Talkin’ that blah-blah that rah-rah
Ah, ah, ah, I can’t trust it
Brand new Zara, aha-ha, y’all still ballin’ on a budget
Ben Baller chain way too big, ain’t no way for me to tuck it
G-Wagon or the Lamb Truck, copped both, I said “f#ck it”
Shootin’ shots, my sh#t wetty, if the b#tch ready, we f#ckin’
It’s been awhile, she been turned down, had to give the b#tch instructions
Use two hands when you suck it, like a Birkin bag, now she clutch it
Tapped in with my bro Hit, I seen him, I said “what up?”
Late nights, I’m a vampire, I’m staying up till sun up
Heard the beat, my first thought is “I’m bout to beat this the f#ck up”
Talkin’ all that tough talk, like “f#ckboy, come run up”
Real life star like Ringo
Real life fly #ss gringo
Yay Area my lingo
Yaddadamean, I’m him now
Really I’m a real life cheat code
Hit five in a row like Bingo
She on my line like free throw
Do you yaddadamean though?
Filipino, she from Chico, I can’t f#ck no weak ho
She gon’ deepthroat, she gon’ make that p#ss# pop like Clicquot
What a freak ho
She wanna party at the casa, she said “bring your amigos”
Give no f#cks about no status
My lil baby, you can’t touch it
Talkin’ that blah-blah that rah-rah
Ah, ah, ah, I can’t trust it
Brand new Zara, aha-ha, y’all still ballin’ on a budget
Ben Baller chain way too big, ain’t no way for me to tuck it
G-Wagon or the Lamb Truck, copped both, I said “f#ck it”
Shootin’ shots, my sh#t wetty, if the b#tch ready, we f#ckin’
It’s been awhile, she been turned down, had to give the b#tch instructions
Use two hands when you suck it, like a Birkin bag, now she clutch it
I told her f#ck me, I pick you outta that [?]
When you have some good p#ss#, you feel like you in a bucket
Claiming he went gangster, you’s a groupie boy, you a puppet
You might as well come work for me and go kill a op, f#ck it
We don’t like ops, we gon’ fight ops, they duckin’
Seems like the op sponsored by Nike, how they runnin’
Maybach, back-to-back Ferraris, after that that’s how we [?]
Pulled up with a weak b#tch, [?] her stomach
Y dirty, you know that
From the back, you can blow that
I know where the money at, no Jack
She get it crazy like Kodak
I really don’t play, you should know that
Anything you need, we [?]
A hoe full of [?], no fact
Hair all hers, no Jack
Give no f#cks about no status
My lil baby, you can’t touch it
Talkin’ that blah-blah that rah-rah
Ah, ah, ah, I can’t trust it
Brand new Zara, aha-ha, y’all still ballin’ on a budget
Ben Baller chain way too big, ain’t no way for me to tuck it
G-Wagon or the Lamb Truck, copped both, I said “f#ck it”
Shootin’ shots, my sh#t wetty, if the b#tch ready, we f#ckin’
It’s been awhile, she been turned down, had to give the b#tch instructions
Use two hands when you suck it, like a Birkin bag, now she clutch it
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