Hol’ on, look, huh
Great John on the beat, by the way
She like, look
“Lemme see your chain, lemme kiss ya neck,” hol’ on
“Baby what’s your name? We could play a game, lemme be ya rag,” wait, huh
She like, “Lemme take a pic, lemme suck ya ehh,” hol’ on
Put it on her lip, take her on a trip, we can’t take no flicks, hol’ on
Buster, why you trippin’?
I got thirty-three, no Scottie Pippen
I got that, walk up on ’em, get to dippin’
Got that machinery, no Planet Fitness
Hol’ on, huh, hol’ on, huh
You could play the dummy, act like you don’t know
Get thesе bands stackin’ from the flow
He disrespеct, leave him on the floor
Hol’ on, huh, hol’ on, huh
n#gg# who said we don’t send shots at n#gg#s?
Like we don’t bend blocks on n#gg#s
Come through, gang clearing them blocks with n#gg#s
Hol’ on, huh
She keep tryna hit my jack though
#ss fat, get ya back broke
But no I don’t cuff, baby that’s a joke
Hol’ on, huh, hol’ on, huh
She like, “Sheff you movin’ too reckless”
Not your man, baby why you stressin’?
I only make her pull up for the neckin’
Hol’ on, huh, hol’ on, huh
b#tches love me, know that I’m a goon
Used to dub a n#gg# up in school
Now I be she let me scoop it like a spoon
Hol’ on, huh, hol’ on, huh
He was flexin’ on us, now we smokin’ on ’em
Said he miss his homie, then we send him to ’em
He gon’ think we jokin’, now we jokin’ on ’em, like
Hol’ on, huh
Me and bro, that’s too much shots
Me and gang, that’s too much Glocks
n#gg#s lyin’, they spin no blocks
Hol’ on
“Lemme see your chain, lemme kiss ya neck,” hol’ on (Hol’ on)
“Baby what’s your name? We could play a game, lemme be ya rag,” wait, huh (Wait)
She like, “Lemme take a pic, lemme suck ya ehh,” hol’ on (Hah)
Put it on her lip, take her on a trip, we can’t take no flicks, hol’ on (Uh)
“Lemme see your chain, lemme kiss ya neck,” hol’ on (Aww)
“Baby what’s your name? We could play a game, lemme be ya rag,” wait, huh (Wait)
She like (She like)
“Lemme take a pic, lemme suck ya ehh,” hol’ on (Hah)
Put it on her lip, take her on a trip, we can’t take no flicks, hol’ on (Fivi, uh, yeah, uh)
She thought she took me on her
I took the cookies, I’ma cookie monster
She like, “Fivi, come, lemme put it on ya”
Swerve
Hittin’ b#tches with the curve
She hit me back with the, uh
So I know I hit a nerve
Fivi Foreign with the A
She listen to every single thing I say
When she link me, she just wanna get laid
When she go link you, she always wanna get paid, aye aye
Huh, yeah, son of a
She like Fivi (I’m like what?)
“Why you don’t move like you one of them?”
Yeah
Like, “Why you not there when I pull up on son and ’em”
‘Cause they wasn’t there when I was comin’ up
You can’t get a, nah
Huh, look
I got a Spanish mami from Bronx
She got her friends, so that’s a Nicki Minaj, uh
“Lemme see your chain, lemme kiss ya neck,” hol’ on
“Baby what’s your name? We could play a game, lemme be ya rag,” wait, huh
She like, “Lemme take a pic, lemme suck ya ehh,” hol’ on
Put it on her lip, take her on a trip, we can’t take no flicks, hol’ on
“Lemme see your chain, lemme kiss ya neck,” hol’ on
“Baby what’s your name? We could play a game, lemme be ya rag,” wait, huh
She like, “Lemme take a pic, lemme suck ya ehh,” hol’ on
Put it on her lip, take her on a trip, we can’t take no flicks, hol’ on
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