BIH BIH

Pretty good
Yuh Yuh
We can cut it out
Yeah okay
Were good

Tellin all these people if you with it then you with it
Yall bitches like a prosthetic
When your faker than a BIH BIH

Yeah yall faker than a BIH BIH
How you tryna stay up with it
Put the team up on my back, until we
Run into the finish

Yeah we flexing on yall bitches
Tryna pull up in a lemon
Only fast car

Always Nascar
I pull hard

SHE PULL HARD
Go raise the bar
You still on level one

We on the highest floor
You in
The lobby son

All fuckin ugly as shitsal nitsal

Okay
Let's just do it once

YUH!

Breakin all the rules
No we don't hit no juuls

We don't drink
We don't smoke
Especially we don't do COKE
Yuh!

BIH BIH why you always riding on my dih dih
Everybody already knows that you are my BIH BIH

You a BIH BIH
Look at what's behind me
Something you can't get get

GET GET
I am tired of this shit shit
I'm just tryna make a difference
You'll be washing all my dishes
Oh wait there is a smidge smidge

Oh OH wait
There is a smidge smidge
Your gonna pay for my tuition
I'll make you my little BIH BIH
And you'll get what you can get
YUH

Shitsal nitsal



Credits
Writer(s): Coy Deaton
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