Thanks Tory

We gon kick down the back
I like them blue strips I'm not cripping like that
She love her a Birkin Not getting a bag
Hear the flute wi the bass But jus getting to brass

No knuckles you dig it Not diggin her back
She had a bf well that's really her bad
And I'm knowing her mans Finna be out here mad
This better than burkin this bag ah Hermès

She put on her mask and she act like she like it
I pull out the cap And I cap like I'm wifing
A better way to get a broad out excited
To broad wi my words But I brought out the lighting

I'm balling her up And she balling her eyes out
You calling a truck And I'm calling the White House
I couldn't stand up I had dawg bring the mic down
You walk in y'all draws And it look like a pipe down
Too much for me right now

My baby on fleek It's like jay z and B
You don't know this connection Cause lately it's cheese
That's the smile and the Bread On my baby this week
And I look to the future But daily I breathe
Only one way to get there Jus waiting and see

I learned how to time travel Baby jus sleep
You know knowledge is power So maybe I'll read
Just Like Aye
Aye Aye Aye
I took me a book
And I Popped up The cover
Ain't need me no pictures I pop me another

The way that I'm popping You'd think that's it's pills
The way ima pop is without Me a deal
And I'm poppin these corns Till I pop me a meal
No pop star I'm rocking Left rockstar to him
She won't let me take off But my rocket right here
Just Like Aye
Aye Aye Aye

We gon kick down the back
I like them blue strips I'm not cripping like that
She love her a Birkin Not getting a bag
Hear the flute wi the bass But jus getting to brass

No knuckles you dig it Not diggin her back
She had a bf well that's really her bad
And I'm knowing her mans Finna be out here mad
This better than burkin this bag ah Hermès

She put on her mask and she act like she like it
I pull out the cap And I cap like I'm wifing
A better way to get a broad out excited
To broad wi my words But I brought out the lighting

I'm balling her up And she balling her eyes out
You calling a truck And I'm calling the White House
I couldn't stand up I had dawg bring the mic down
You walk in y'all draws And it look like a pipe down
Too much for me right now

I'm moving this way Can't get shot like them brothers
They resting in peace But they shoulda got further
Can't stand in this room Like I mopped it wi butter
And yea we can hang jus but Not with each other
I'm topping you dropping We jus like Rae sremmurd
You talking bout what No I can't remember
The summer the summer But it's still December
You gotta make money If you wanna live here

I'm dropping off gifts But don't call me Santa
I BP the fist So you know I'm the black one
Ain't ho hoing ho Got sum slang in this accent
The bad don't get coal They get knuckle sandwiched

Wreak havoc, you had it, I have it
That money stop comin you Should be established
If I get a chance ima take me a stabbing
Not here for the taking
It's here for the grabbing

We gon kick down the back
I like them blue strips I'm not cripping like that
She love her a Birkin Not getting a bag
Hear the flute wi the bass But jus getting to brass

No knuckles you dig it Not diggin her back
She had a bf well that's really her bad
And I'm knowing her mans Finna be out here mad
This better than burkin this bag ah Hermès

She put on her mask and she act like she like it
I pull out the cap And I cap like I'm wifing
A better way to get a broad out excited
To broad wi my words But I brought out the lighting

I'm balling her up And she balling her eyes out
You calling a truck And I'm calling the White House
I couldn't stand up I had dawg bring the mic down
You walk in y'all draws And it look like a pipe down
Too much for me right now



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Writer(s): Jaylin Powell
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