YUCA
How we came up, it's timeless, mindless
Got Rolex, rid of Timex
Honest, me, you, we not in common
Fly shit, came from the ground but we flyin'
Uh, big leanin', shit is rainin', it's pourin'
A big demon, you a Hellcat, you borin'
I don't ride though 'less I ride in a foreign
A new bad bitch, said she ridin', I'm scorin'
Bitch, we back to the basics
Lean with the Sprite, no, not me, your bitch faced it
Smacked off the Za', I don't cap, get your bae hit
Like the vibe, we gon' ride, let her taste it
Ya no puedo verte, toque de suerte
No, you cannot spend the night, lil' baby, yeah, I meant it
I don't give a fuck, I'm in that Audi or that Bentley
She told me she love me, baby, I thought we was friendly
Qué linda, tranquilo
Tú sabe', a güiro
Nigga, ask about it, boy, I'm really 'bout it
You just talk about it, you just talkin' rowdy
Tesla autopilot, I don't need to drive it
I be on the freeway smokin' while she ride it
Uh, yeah, yeah
Reggaetón-tón-tón
Told lil' baby, "Drop it low up in that thong, thong, thong"
If you rockin' wit' it
Gettin' litty
Smokin' by the pound, you know I gotta get it
I be in designer, niggas tryna fit it
Yeah, bitch, you know I'm with it
Rockin' wit' it
Gettin' litty
Smokin' by the pound, you know I gotta get it
I be in designer, niggas tryna fit it
Yeah, bitch, you know I'm with it
Got Rolex, rid of Timex
Honest, me, you, we not in common
Fly shit, came from the ground but we flyin'
Uh, big leanin', shit is rainin', it's pourin'
A big demon, you a Hellcat, you borin'
I don't ride though 'less I ride in a foreign
A new bad bitch, said she ridin', I'm scorin'
Bitch, we back to the basics
Lean with the Sprite, no, not me, your bitch faced it
Smacked off the Za', I don't cap, get your bae hit
Like the vibe, we gon' ride, let her taste it
Ya no puedo verte, toque de suerte
No, you cannot spend the night, lil' baby, yeah, I meant it
I don't give a fuck, I'm in that Audi or that Bentley
She told me she love me, baby, I thought we was friendly
Qué linda, tranquilo
Tú sabe', a güiro
Nigga, ask about it, boy, I'm really 'bout it
You just talk about it, you just talkin' rowdy
Tesla autopilot, I don't need to drive it
I be on the freeway smokin' while she ride it
Uh, yeah, yeah
Reggaetón-tón-tón
Told lil' baby, "Drop it low up in that thong, thong, thong"
If you rockin' wit' it
Gettin' litty
Smokin' by the pound, you know I gotta get it
I be in designer, niggas tryna fit it
Yeah, bitch, you know I'm with it
Rockin' wit' it
Gettin' litty
Smokin' by the pound, you know I gotta get it
I be in designer, niggas tryna fit it
Yeah, bitch, you know I'm with it
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Writer(s): Justin Kirkpatrick
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