BLK HEART
Let's do this, y'all
Yeah
Yeah
Okay
Yeah
Yeah
That's a hell of a beat, dude, man
The backseat of the Benz
High spot, kid, it's in
I do not treat no men
Your main bitch is a fan
I spend a rack on the year, it go in bands
The pockets of these, they could hold all the bands
Could disrupt myself, I ain't need no hand
High as hell, I'll let you know when I land
I'm about money, you is a dummy
Shippin' on da-da-da-da-da-da lane
I step out in the sea, man
Fingers swinging
Back in the Benz, I set up that screen
Ice you with a foot up in 217
5-4, bitch, turn that jitter like I mean
You wanna come and be part of thе team
Stand up, I'm gon' get the hook and crеam
Bitch, I'm tryna get a rest, rest, rest, rest, rest, rest, rest
Bitch, I got a money lust, lust, lust, lust, lust, lust, lust
You feel the tension with my touch, touch, touch
Touch
You say, fuck it with us, us, us
I call up the lil' bad thing, you know she a slut
You must be insane, you go against us
I go and get steeped, you're pegged in a punch
She give me a whoop, I feel it, we run
Can't hear me, she rollin' up, pull out the house
I'm havin' a rock on me, won't see no drought
Every day, we on it more than a ounce
Every day, I'm addin' more to the count
Let's do some
I fuck on the thigh and I move on
Stack, fake, take a bet on
TTS, n***a, we on
Backseat of the Benz
High as fuck, can you see it
I do not treat no man
Your main bitch is a fan
I spit her right on your ear, go and bend
The pot that's on you, that can hold all the bands
If you screw up myself, I ain't need no hand
High as hell, I'll let you know when I land
I'm bout money, you is a dummy
Sippin' on that, that, that, that, that lean
I step on the scene, drippin' Celine
Making the bitches and the thotties scream
I do it for the 157 team
My vocals turn it to the like of me
You wanna come and be part of the team
Then I'ma go get the fuck the queen
Yeah
Yeah
Okay
Yeah
Yeah
That's a hell of a beat, dude, man
The backseat of the Benz
High spot, kid, it's in
I do not treat no men
Your main bitch is a fan
I spend a rack on the year, it go in bands
The pockets of these, they could hold all the bands
Could disrupt myself, I ain't need no hand
High as hell, I'll let you know when I land
I'm about money, you is a dummy
Shippin' on da-da-da-da-da-da lane
I step out in the sea, man
Fingers swinging
Back in the Benz, I set up that screen
Ice you with a foot up in 217
5-4, bitch, turn that jitter like I mean
You wanna come and be part of thе team
Stand up, I'm gon' get the hook and crеam
Bitch, I'm tryna get a rest, rest, rest, rest, rest, rest, rest
Bitch, I got a money lust, lust, lust, lust, lust, lust, lust
You feel the tension with my touch, touch, touch
Touch
You say, fuck it with us, us, us
I call up the lil' bad thing, you know she a slut
You must be insane, you go against us
I go and get steeped, you're pegged in a punch
She give me a whoop, I feel it, we run
Can't hear me, she rollin' up, pull out the house
I'm havin' a rock on me, won't see no drought
Every day, we on it more than a ounce
Every day, I'm addin' more to the count
Let's do some
I fuck on the thigh and I move on
Stack, fake, take a bet on
TTS, n***a, we on
Backseat of the Benz
High as fuck, can you see it
I do not treat no man
Your main bitch is a fan
I spit her right on your ear, go and bend
The pot that's on you, that can hold all the bands
If you screw up myself, I ain't need no hand
High as hell, I'll let you know when I land
I'm bout money, you is a dummy
Sippin' on that, that, that, that, that lean
I step on the scene, drippin' Celine
Making the bitches and the thotties scream
I do it for the 157 team
My vocals turn it to the like of me
You wanna come and be part of the team
Then I'ma go get the fuck the queen