[Verse: untiljapan & Diorvsyou]
Yeah (Yeah, skee, yeah)
Stupid bitch, stupid bitch, pushin’ that pussy it’s push start (Pushing that)
I gave these n***as a head start though
This bitch sucking this dick, make her head get low
I'm in this bih with Dior, we just counting the O
I can't count on a bitch, I can't count on a ho
On the counter, I fuck her, I give her the throat
Every time I count to ten, you need to bring dough
Every time I pop her friend, this bitch already going
She popped an Xan, this ho just snoring
Popped a can of sprite to pour the four
Popped the Benz yeah, damn near popped a fan, he tweaking at the show
Fuck these ****, I'm popping cash like never before
She want Chanel, this bitch too naughty, give her Kohl’s
Sparking this gas in the snow I was tryna get geeked, damn near caught a cold, passed the ho
I ain't attached to her, I'mma let my brother hold her (Hoo)
Hit the bitch up quick to pass that the bitch like Pac
Ain't tryna make you sick, I'm just showing you how we live bitch, living large
Tryna have a ten car garage
Tryna have cars on cars, I gotta move pack out far
Tryna move packs from the west to the east-side, mailing this shit, I'm like Escobar
She like, "Young n***a I love you, you got them bars, you gotta take me to mars"
Bitch, is you crazy? I swear to God I was gone, I don't even know where you're from
I don't even know why they talking, I don't even know what they want, beat on the drum
This bitch annoying but I gotta give it to her, I just love when she use her tongue
N***a make some money, n***a went and did his one
I gotta stop fucking with these broke bitches, gotta stop talking to these bums
I gotta stop fucking with these broke bitches, gotta stop talking just for fun
Bitch, I hurt n***as, don't be speaking on me, if you do, you gotta keep a gun, ho (Hol' up, hol' on, hol' up, yeah)
[Verse: Diorvsyou & untiljapan]
Where the guns when you thought "Oughta slay"?
Free my ho and I nut on they face (Oh yeah)
I done blown, thought I was a disgrace to them
To you, to them too, to him-him-him, my dad too
I fucked her on film, yeah I had to (Yeah)
In this fast lane, they tryna catch you
'Bout to nut on her, look like a cashew (Whoa)
Look at my wrist and my tattoos (Whoa)
Take one of these, this my last few
Take my last out, you might crash dude
Your new bitch ain't knowing my last move, or none of my last two (Yeah, yeah)
She just wanted sex, but baby, I just want the cash too
We talking 'bout sex, lil n***a can't wait till I catch you
I play with her breasts, she like, "I knew we'd have sex when I met you"
She's like, "Baby boy, I knew we would fuck when I met you"
I ain't tryna play with her, I didn't even send her a text