tits fake
[Verse]
Yeah, my hair fucked up but my fit (Aye)
And my bitch, Prada real but her tits fake
And I can't fuck wit' you if you bitch made
[?] but I think I'm finna faint
And I can't even stand how I fuckin' look
Know a couple boys that rob, you know a couple crooks
And I do read you like a fuckin' book
[?] restaurant, come here, you gettin' fuckin' cooked
Come [?], I'm on my max shit (Max shit)
I'm wit' two hoes and my n***a Mack, bitch
And my n***a st47ic told them, "Mack, bitch"
Yeah, told my n***a st47ic 'cause his strap, eh, eh
Lights, camera, action
I'ma up and Choppa get to clappin'
Yeah, my hair fucked up but my fit (Aye)
And my bitch, Prada real but her tits fake
And I can't fuck wit' you if you bitch made
[?] but I think I'm finna faint
And I can't even stand how I fuckin' look
Know a couple boys that rob, you know a couple crooks
And I do read you like a fuckin' book
[?] restaurant, come here, you gettin' fuckin' cooked
Come [?], I'm on my max shit (Max shit)
I'm wit' two hoes and my n***a Mack, bitch
And my n***a st47ic told them, "Mack, bitch"
Yeah, told my n***a st47ic 'cause his strap, eh, eh
Lights, camera, action
I'ma up and Choppa get to clappin'