Peach Fanta (feat. Blackway)

C Gutta

Yeah

Pop out with it, I'm in this bitch rollin'

Baby carriage, I'm in this bitch strollin'

Young **** get wicked, still sick as Ebola

Head in the game, and I'm in this bitch probin' like, "What's up?"

Give me some room, let me cut up

Most **** know they can't touch us, museum exhibit

I don't get mad bitch, I'm livid

If they fuck wit' anything but us, yeah, yeah

Word to menstruals, I'm back with the pad

**** is trash and it's actually sad

I tell a bitch to come over

And if she don't fuck, put my Hennessy back in the glass, you wench

Bitch, Ali sharp as a shank

I feel a shark in a tank, I'm a car when it crank

Let's get it started, I have withdrawals when I walk in the bank

Hoe, I'm not regular, bitch, I'm charged up

I'm a Tesla, it ain't no gassin' me up

I'm not the **** you curve

If I come around once your bitch, it ain't no passin' me up

Hoe, I'm a snack

I still got more shit in store, bitches be baggin' me up

My car in reverse, word to my chiropractor

Look, my **** be backin' me up

Aye

All the hoes in my life is still actin' up

I'm a slut, I got hoes out in Africa

My whole team look like Twitter, imagine us

We roll deep, talkin' 280 characters

Mm, diggin' in her once, then I'm out this bitch

Don't think I'm in love, it's the opposite

Don't ask why we ain't talk, baby, stop the shit

I'm a king, call me Peja Sto-block-a-bitch

My, my, I'm in a high-rise, it make her eyes rise

Man, I'm somewhere in Aruba sippin' Mai Thais

Put her legs around my neck like my tie

Call me, "Dada"

I pop out, I'm Janet with Timberlake

All my **** eat, we need a bigger plate

If we talkin' my quota, let's get it straight

Mm, ice skaters, need my figures eight

Yeah

Barry Allen, I act in a flash

I tell a donkey, "You actin' an ass"

She pulled a bag out the bag that she carryin'

I told her, "Put that shit back in the-"

Never mind

Bitch, I'm a king and my hoes be Corretta fine

Verses agin' better than cellar wine

Man, these **** can't see me for real at all

Just be thankful, my ****, you better blind

Coldest **** out since hypothermia

If you didn't know better, I'm learnin' ya

Had it straighten it out, bitch, I'm permin' 'em

I tell bitches, "This shit ain't concernin' 'em"

Bitch, I'm rude and I ain't got no manners

Speak Ebonics, I ain't got no grammar

Hoe, I'm lit 'til I'm gone, I'm a candle

Put defeat on a bitch like a sandle

Walk around with that bag like I'm Santa

Bitch, I'm droppin' jewels, I'm Santana

Tell a hoe, "I'ma see you mañana"

Bitch, I'm wired, I feel like antenna

Ain't shit peachy, this shit ain't Atlanta

I pop like a soda, you bitch, I'ma fan of you

Yeah

I pop like a soda, you bitch, I'm a Fanta

Rollin'