Lets Link (feat. Tyga & Lil Mosey)

I like you, I don't give a fuck 'bout your boyfriend

Come on, let's link, can't do what I do

I could beat it up with no hands

Treat you like you monarchy, we can slide out, touch bands

Come on, let's link, can't do what I do

I could beat it up with no hands

Shorty, do your dance and clap once

Baby, shake your ass and clap twice

Finna bring you back home, give you good pipe

Then I see her boyfriend text her goodnight

Bitch, you think that I care

I just wanna beat it up and pull hair

Just bounce that up, baby, good air

She only tryna fuck with a millionaire

I'ma leave a little drip on your forehead

Then I find another one in the morning

Ain't tryna get a wife, that shit boring

You know I'm tryna fuck 'cause she foreign

Last time I fucked, I record her off a iPhone

Said it was so good she was singin' all high notes

She get so lit, that's a side note

She gon' spit on this dick with her eyes closed

I like you, I don't give a fuck 'bout your boyfriend

Come on, let's link, can't do what I do

I could beat it up with no hands

Treat you like you monarchy, we can slide out, touch bands

Come on with Heem, can't do what I do

I could beat it up with no hands

Prada baby, she a flocker

Don't let any **** hit, so they call her a bopper

Can't no bitch top her

She got a squabble like a ****, yeah, she get it from her father

Sex in the city girls, nails done, lemon braid, they so pretty, girl

Ah, she don't be in any world

Wrong shoe, wrong fit, no Cinderella girl

Car basic, bro big mad it's not him that she chasin'

Two weeks he couldn't find a replacement

He done lost a good bitch, downgraded to a basic

Lane switch, bitch is lucky, call her sour folk 'cause she change

'Cause she don't care, sold her **** on Offer Up

Notched up, turned off her pipe and then she bossed up

On any bitch head who got an issue

Mace a bitch up, tear drawers, she might spit too

Messy, take your **** if she wants him

Give him pussy, got him stuck, he said I love you on the first day

You bitches couldn't see her on her worst day

Fly bitch like first day of school on her birthday

Ooh, she nasty, F-R-E-A-K

I like you, I don't wanna fuck on your best friend

Let me get a lil' pussy, little lesson

We could link, we could link with a text message

You ever been in a Ferrari? Skrrt

Make a wish, y'all could do it to

You a lil' bopper, got a lil' booty bop

And she wanna top me, don't spit a flu

I'm a dog, move bricks, got a new bitch

Ain't little Chris but I tell her move, bitch

I'm a motherfuckin' G, go ruthless

Press a button, make the car go roofless

Make it nasty, suck it like you toothless

Give a fuck 'bout a ****, give two shits

New whip, new phone, bitch, who this?

O-M-G, bust it like a great big bus, ooh

Ah, that's what I like, baby

That's what I like, F-R-E-A-K

Little C-R-A-Z-Y, that's crazy

C-cray, go crazy, hey, go dumb

Hey, I killed it, hey, I'm done

I like you, I don't give a fuck 'bout your boyfriend

Come on, let's link, can't do what I do

I could beat it up with no hands

Treat you like you monarchy, we can slide out, touch bands

Come on, let's link, can't do what I do

I could beat it up with no hands

Come on with Heem, come on with Heem

Come on, let's link, come on, let's link

I like you, I don't give a fuck 'bout your boyfriend

Come on, let's link, can't do what I do

I could beat it up with no hands