Lyrics

[Intro]
(Turn me up, Mar)
Come on
Ayy
Ayy
I don't know, ayy
Alright
Come on
[Verse 1]
I don't know why these bitches want me, I ain't even all that
If brodie catch an opp, he tap his top and hit his ballcap
La-la-la-la, close my ears when they make raps, it's all cap
That **** lookin' for his bitch, she posted where my balls at
I keep a nina, leave it tucked, it's right next to my ballsack
I never need her, I woke up and touched a ten, that's all facts
Huh, let the chop do the talkin', I need all that
Huh, I know how it get, can't never love no bitch
Can't never trust no bitch, can't ever trust no clit
I only trust my clip 'cause this bitch bustin' quick and these hoes bustin' quick
I'm a bully, noogie me a **** and make that **** quit
Send a blitz and spin on the opps 'cause why we runnin' quick?
Quick game, I don't stop at red lights, ****, this ain't Squid Game
Why the opps gettin' on Live and they ain't even slid, gang?
**** askin' why I switched up on 'em, I say, "Shit changed"
I'm onto better things and to be honest, **** just strange
Told her, "When I put this dick inside you, ain't no strings"
Hit from the back and tell Alexa play Trey, "What's My Name?"
Amiri jeans, these bitches tight as hell just like her braids
This blower on me in the club, it flash when I'm on stage
One false move, you gettin'—
This beam on my Glock'll change your face like chicken pox (Mhm)
My mama said I'm goin' up, she knowin' that I'm hot
I hate a thot that say her pussy it when knowin' that it's not
Hittin' on shit, panoramic whip
Panoramic bitch, she came in, went straight to dick
Chain shinin' like Miami, VVS on Bacon Bitch
I don't want her if she skinny, this dick might just break a bitch
[Outro]
Yeah
Ah
(La-la-la-la)
On some shit like that
Come on
(La-la-la-la)
(La-la-la-la)
Written by: Amari Smith, Dylan Martin
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