FRANCE FREESTYLE
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
Yeah, huh, yeah, huh, yeah, huh, yeah, huh, huh
I took off to France, they go crazy when I land, huh
'Fore I hit the stage, I need the bands in my hands, huh
Bitch, I sleep, sleep with my fingers in my pants, huh
She say she a stripper, she don't fuck, nigga, she dance, huh
Dance, huh, loco for my bitch
Don't you touch her, I go frantic
Tall, two by five, big Titanic, I'ma panic
Too many options, love me 'cause I'm gettin' poppin', ayy
Take off the toppings, look in the window, we shoppin', ayy
You be imposters, you playin' outside with the monsters, ayy
I deal with demons, we get on your taco at Neiman's, ayy
Stop takin' my picture
Make your ass deliver 'fore I leave, this ain't no concert
Big flight out the country, when I move, I'm in a saucer
Treat her like the burner, once I'm done, I'm gonna toss her
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, beat the box like Bowser
Hoe, you's a foe, 'scuse me, I need my hours
Hoe, fairy tale, no beef, bitch, you cauliflower (hoe, hoe, hoe, hoe, hoe, hoe)
Yeah, tunnel vision, excuse me, you teeny boppers (yeah, ayy)
Start it, bitch, I double-park it (ayy)
Double, double, double, double, bitch, I double-park it (uh)
Don't talk to me when I stomp in this bitch, hoe, hoe
Don't talk to me when I stomp in this bitch, hoe, hoe, yeah
Too many options, love me 'cause I'm gettin' poppin', ayy
Take off the toppings, look in the window, we shoppin', ayy
You be imposters, you playin' outside with the monsters, ayy
I deal with demons, we get on your taco at Neiman's, ayy
When I walk in this bitch, I better get my full stay
This my bitch face, nigga, get the fuck out my way
That's a pump fake, that's what you niggas all say
Say she love me, that's what you bitches all say
Yeah, you lost my trust
You was surfin' on your wave, you lose me for lust
New friends, I'm finna fight, get your mans, hoe
Psych, you bow-legged ass bitch, I don't use hands, hoe
Yeah, uh, talkin' on my name, I'm gon' do time, ayy
Just got out of school and I'm still paying my fines, ayy
I can't do two hoes no more, just one at a time, ayy
I can't do two hoes no more, just one at a time
Yeah, huh, yeah, huh, yeah, huh, yeah, huh, huh
I took off to France, they go crazy when I land, huh
'Fore I hit the stage, I need the bands in my hands, huh
Bitch, I sleep, sleep with my fingers in my pants, huh
She say she a stripper, she don't fuck, nigga, she dance, huh
Dance, huh, loco for my bitch
Don't you touch her, I go frantic
Tall, two by five, big Titanic, I'ma panic
Too many options, love me 'cause I'm gettin' poppin', ayy
Take off the toppings, look in the window, we shoppin', ayy
You be imposters, you playin' outside with the monsters, ayy
I deal with demons, we get on your taco at Neiman's, ayy
Stop takin' my picture
Make your ass deliver 'fore I leave, this ain't no concert
Big flight out the country, when I move, I'm in a saucer
Treat her like the burner, once I'm done, I'm gonna toss her
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, beat the box like Bowser
Hoe, you's a foe, 'scuse me, I need my hours
Hoe, fairy tale, no beef, bitch, you cauliflower (hoe, hoe, hoe, hoe, hoe, hoe)
Yeah, tunnel vision, excuse me, you teeny boppers (yeah, ayy)
Start it, bitch, I double-park it (ayy)
Double, double, double, double, bitch, I double-park it (uh)
Don't talk to me when I stomp in this bitch, hoe, hoe
Don't talk to me when I stomp in this bitch, hoe, hoe, yeah
Too many options, love me 'cause I'm gettin' poppin', ayy
Take off the toppings, look in the window, we shoppin', ayy
You be imposters, you playin' outside with the monsters, ayy
I deal with demons, we get on your taco at Neiman's, ayy
When I walk in this bitch, I better get my full stay
This my bitch face, nigga, get the fuck out my way
That's a pump fake, that's what you niggas all say
Say she love me, that's what you bitches all say
Yeah, you lost my trust
You was surfin' on your wave, you lose me for lust
New friends, I'm finna fight, get your mans, hoe
Psych, you bow-legged ass bitch, I don't use hands, hoe
Yeah, uh, talkin' on my name, I'm gon' do time, ayy
Just got out of school and I'm still paying my fines, ayy
I can't do two hoes no more, just one at a time, ayy
I can't do two hoes no more, just one at a time
Credits
Writer(s): Kalon Berry, Hykeem Jamaal Carter Jr., Brayon Potillo
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