[Chorus]
Word of my mother, I’m always out thinkin’
This bitch is just all of that hatred
I dress a lot till these pussies fuck
I cast a bitch on young paper
Worried on other shit, she changed it back
This not no job with Lincoln
Put it on my film, then I grind (It back)
Like who the fuck thought I’d tell?

[Verse 1]
I love what you ride
An [?] tryna like 35 stacks, I must bit on my [?], I’m fucking in blue, incredible search in my [?]
How you gone pick it like this, and got it like that
Think of why you call that yourself
I limited problems, I ran out of breath
Pop out your boyfriend and we hit up the woah

[Interlude]
(Woah, Yeah, Yeah, Woah, Yeah, Yeah, Woah, Yeah, Yeah, I’m like, I’m like, I’m like, Yeah, Yеah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, I’m likе, I’m like, Yeah, I’m like, I’m like, I’m like, Yeah)

[Verse 2]
Swervin’ it low with the rachet
The best lookin man, they stalk
Fly out your bitch out to florida
I’on even let her they ain’t my spot
Pussy look packing look cool
Fullfill, like I piss on your block
Move round the city, I’m hot
My bitch saying dance a lot
[Chorus]
Word of my mother, I’m always out thinkin’
This bitch is just all of that hatred
I dress a lot till these pussies fuck
I cast a bitch on young paper
Worried on other shit, she changed it back
This not no job with Lincoln
Put it on my film, then I grind (it back)
Like who the fuck thought I’d trip?