If you ain’t at a house party, you at the wrong party
Yeah, somethin’ goin’ on’, know what we on
D-O, won’t trip D-O (No, no, no, no, no)
I ain’t never tripped on
f#ck this sh#t
House on the hills, I wake up to p#ss#
I’m really enjoyin’ the view (Enjoyin’ the view)
It’s a couple of hoes that hitting’ my line
They said that they wanna come through (They said that they wanna come through)
So I roll up a Swisher, she suckin’ my dick
I swear to God, that be’s the truth
But the other hoes hittin’ my line, they thick
I don’t know what I’ma do (I don’t know what I’ma do)
So I tell her, “Get out,” she said, “Is you trippin’?”
It just what I thought, this hoe got to b#tchin’
The time that we spent, this sh#t here is finished (Let’s go)
I knew I was wrong, I shouldn’ta did it, ayy
Kick her out the spot, other hoes pull up
She got some big #ss t#tt#es with a big #ss butt
I can see how she look, man, I know she a sl#t (Yeah, yeah)
If I shoot her one, she gon’ catch her a nut (Yeah, yeah)
(Nah, nah, nah, nah, la, la, la, la, what goin’ on?)
I think she tryna set me up (We gon’ see though, set me up, set me up)
(Somethin’ goin’ on, bruh)
I got my shooter in the cut (I got my shooter, got my shooter)
I’m lookin’ at Tevo, he mackin’ her friend
I know he gon’ buss that hoe down
You could look at my b#tch, look at her hips
Yeah, she curvy and round (You know that she cute)
I throw back a Perc’
Gimme twenty minutes, bet that I’m workin’ this hoe (I bet that)
Go back to ten or the fifteen or the thirty
I don’t even f#ckin’ know, f#ck, he took it, though
I look at this b#tch and I realize
She sneaky, she been on that phone too long
The last hoe played, they both died
This sh#t dejà vu, what the f#ck goin’ on
I’ma scope this sh#t out
I’ma play this sh#t smooth, I might be wrong
Had my Glock in the couch
Tevo, my sh#t, is you clutchin’ your chrome?
(Nah, nah, nah, nah, la, la, la, la, what’s goin’ on, bruh?)
I think she tryna set me up (I think she tryna set me up)
(Nah, nah, nah, nah, la, la, la, la, what’s goin’ on?)
I got my shooter in the cut
Ayy, they sip a lil’ crown, they get a lil’ h#rn#
I think that they ready to f#ck
So I get in my head ’bout all of my strokes (Yeah, yeah)
About how I’m gon’ pipe this b#tch up (Yeah, yeah)
You know that I got my Magnum, that is not a problem
We do not have them troubles (None of those troubles)
When she come in my room, I turn on that Marvin Gaye
So I know I’ma f#ck (I know I’ma f#ck)
Man, hold up, I can’t believe this b#tch
Lookin’ at your phone, you sent the drops
Betrayed or just defeated me
Look in her face, I spit up on it
Man, I damn near beat that b#tch
And we gon’ let that n#gg# pull up just to show him how we get (Brrt, brrt, brrt, brrt)
(Nah, nah, nah, nah, la, la, la, la, nah, can’t believe this sh#t)
I think she tryna set me up (She set me up, though)
(Nah, nah, nah, nah, la, la, la, la, she set me up)
I got my shooter in the cut (Hold on)
Ayy, there’s some trappers in here
To be continued
To be continued
Don’t let this sh#t play out
Rah
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