Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Spaghetti J on track
'Latto let 'em know ('Latto let 'em know, 'Latto let 'em know)
[Verse 2]
Ay, Ay, I can't put the pussy on a **** that gon' run his mouth
Have them run up in yo' house
He love how I talk, I'm from the south
Single again, I'm back on the prowl
So they in my DM tryna take me out
I tell a ****, "No," like Simon Cowell
I ain't playin' fair, they callin' fouls
Tell that ****, "Beat it," like he on trial
I'm a rapper, but I look like a model
Bitch, I'm poppin' like a motherfuckin' collar
Super stingy with the kitty, these hoes passed around like a dollar
[Verse 3]
Wifey did the ice, ay, chain hit like Ike, ay
Ride the beat like a bike, ay, kitty strapped like a dike
Like the Internet, it's on-site, I ain't goin' lie
Swear I really got that super soaker, baby, we can go all night (I do)
Told that **** that I really rap, baby, I can rock yo' mic, ay
None of these **** real shooters, they just play Fortnite
Fuck around and tap Kyrie on the shoulder when I'm sitting courtside, ay
On Instagram, he got a blue check, but do he got one in real life (Life)
'Latto goin' let them hoes know
I hit the shoe box when the bank close
When shit get real, half of 'em goin' fold like some damn clothes
Grew up 'round **** like Alicia, they was moving keys like pianos
Fuck me good, hit a high note
Got me singin' like soprano
Ay, I keep the pole like a stripper
Bob the Builder with the tool, ay
He done fell asleep in this ocean, make a **** think he on a cruise, ay
I gotta chill, I got shit to lose
Call me BlocBoy, know I'ma shoot
Never been the type to talk it out, I ain't never goin' call a truce, ay
Ay, I get more head than a du-rag
I get a check and run through that
And my new **** from New Orleans
I got all of these bitches like, "Who that?" (Who that? Ay)
Pull up, they like, "Where the roof at?"
Stay by his side like a blue flag
Got his back like a book bag
I took yo' ****? That's too bad
I just flewed out and I flew back
Written by: Mulatto