Houdini
Yeah
I slide on his block, I'ma blow like confetti
She say she wanna have my baby but she not ready
Slide with me back to my telly
Let's have a party, she gave me six kisses, no Melly
I'm on a mission, I'm counting this fetty
I tried to show love but they didn't let me
I might just super soak that ho with all these diamond chains
I told her, "Come hop on this coupey
And smoke on this dopey, let's go to the moon"
I dropped a twenty on Rodeo, now the hoes coming in by two's
Fuck on that ho, now shе act like she need me
Hittin' my phonе up, she wanted some weenie
Bitch, I'm blurry off the peach codeine-y
Take her soul then disappear like Houdini
Countin' up a motherfuckin' check, check, check
Fuckin' that bitch from the back like, "Yes, yes, yes"
Smoking strong-ass weed, now I'm flyin' like a jet
Met her last night but I'm fuckin' her next
I keep a stick in this big body coupe
If I pull up on you, better duck, bitch
I do this shit and I don't even try
Have to tell her, "I don't need no luck, bitch"
I'm flexin' on niggas and watchin' 'em cry
They'll probably try to run up
Shawty just came in with her and her friends
She got a lil' booty on her like a dump truck
They tryna flex but they not us
I sent your lady to Prada
Stuck in my ways and this money coming in fast
I slide on his block, I'ma blow like confetti
She say she wanna have my baby but she not ready
Slide with me back to my telly
Let's have a party, she gave me six kisses, no Melly
I'm on a mission, I'm counting this fetty
I tried to show love but they didn't let me
I might just super soak that ho with all these diamond chains
I told her, "Come hop on this coupey
And smoke on this dopey, let's go to the moon"
I dropped a twenty on Rodeo, now the hoes coming in by two's
Fuck on that ho, now she act like she need me
Hittin' my phone up, she wanted some weenie
Bitch, I'm blurry off the peach codeine-y
Take her soul and disappear like Houdini
I slide on his block, I'ma blow like confetti
She say she wanna have my baby but she not ready
Slide with me back to my telly
Let's have a party, she gave me six kisses, no Melly
I'm on a mission, I'm counting this fetty
I tried to show love but they didn't let me
I might just super soak that ho with all these diamond chains
I told her, "Come hop on this coupey
And smoke on this dopey, let's go to the moon"
I dropped a twenty on Rodeo, now the hoes coming in by two's
Fuck on that ho, now shе act like she need me
Hittin' my phonе up, she wanted some weenie
Bitch, I'm blurry off the peach codeine-y
Take her soul then disappear like Houdini
Countin' up a motherfuckin' check, check, check
Fuckin' that bitch from the back like, "Yes, yes, yes"
Smoking strong-ass weed, now I'm flyin' like a jet
Met her last night but I'm fuckin' her next
I keep a stick in this big body coupe
If I pull up on you, better duck, bitch
I do this shit and I don't even try
Have to tell her, "I don't need no luck, bitch"
I'm flexin' on niggas and watchin' 'em cry
They'll probably try to run up
Shawty just came in with her and her friends
She got a lil' booty on her like a dump truck
They tryna flex but they not us
I sent your lady to Prada
Stuck in my ways and this money coming in fast
I slide on his block, I'ma blow like confetti
She say she wanna have my baby but she not ready
Slide with me back to my telly
Let's have a party, she gave me six kisses, no Melly
I'm on a mission, I'm counting this fetty
I tried to show love but they didn't let me
I might just super soak that ho with all these diamond chains
I told her, "Come hop on this coupey
And smoke on this dopey, let's go to the moon"
I dropped a twenty on Rodeo, now the hoes coming in by two's
Fuck on that ho, now she act like she need me
Hittin' my phone up, she wanted some weenie
Bitch, I'm blurry off the peach codeine-y
Take her soul and disappear like Houdini
Credits
Writer(s): Danny Lee Snodgrass Jr., Nicholas Mira, Cody H. Rounds, Danny Jerome Jenrette, Harry Matthews
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