[Intro]
Yeah, real pimp shit
Aye, how real is that?
Me and you can make a kid from scratch
Send 'em back, back at a double R be big relaxed
I'll fly you to any city I got business at
Spit in you mouth, lick your ass, I know you feeling that

[Chorus]
All that lovey dovey shit, bitch this ain't no love song
Cold hearted n***a, fuck with me girl put your uggs on
Keep it tall I taught she was a dyke how she ain't like n***as
She be talking spicey on the phone now it's on sight with her
Baby I ain't no pornstar I'm just good at it
I ain't no gynecologist but shit I'll look at it
Know that I'm gon' go about my bitch I don't care who it is
We in the back going blow for blow like, bae who's is this?
Who's? (Yours) who's?, yeah, who's?, yeah, who's?, yeah
Who's, who's, yeah, who's

[Verse]
Aye now she think she bad, shе cute, the Beyoncе out the group
Ass hit like pow and them titties hit like bloop
She say Pardi boy you know that you ain't shit, but it's a vibe ain't it
Come and get your guts rearranged, and your time wasted
I would do whatever to that pussy, shit it's mine ain't it
Yeah, out there you a boss but in here you getting violated
Man my bitches super thick, all my whips is supercharged
All my n***as shooters so the opps they won't know who to guard
I love it when you drop down on your knees when you be sucking me
I feel like a role model the way you looking up to me
Since she been with me she smell like Shea Butter and Baccarat
Know that she be tight when she be screaming and I be nonchalant
Know we really into when that little vein get to popping out
She driving past the [?] my whip is in the parking spot
[Chorus]
All that lovey dovey shit, bitch this ain't no love song
Cold hearted n***a, fuck with me girl put your uggs on
Keep it tall I taught she was a dyke how she ain't like n***as
She be talking spicey on the phone now it's on sight with her
Baby I ain't no pornstar I'm just good at it
I ain't no gynecologist but shit I'll look at it
Know that I'm gon' go about my bitch I don't care who it is
We in the back going blow for blow like, bae who's is this?
Who's? (Yours) who's?, yeah, who's?, yeah, who's?, yeah
Who's, who's, yeah, who's
Aye now she think she bad, she cute, the Beyonce out the group
Ass hit like pow and them titties hit like bloop