Instructions (feat. YG)
You know? (Mano)
Or do you? (Hitmaka)
Uh, lil' bitch (OG Parker)
Give no fucks about no status
My lil' baby, you can't touch it
Talkin' that blah-blah that rah-rah
I-I-I-I can't trust it
Brand new Zara, aha-ha
Y'all still ballin' on a budget
Ben Baller chain way too big
Ain't no way for me to tuck it (yeah)
G-Wagon or the Lamb Truck
Copped both, I said, "Fuck it" (yeah)
Shootin' shots, my shit wetty
If the bitch ready, we fuckin' (yeah)
It's been a while she been turned down
Had to give the bitch instructions (instructions)
Use two hands when you suck it (you know)
Like a Birkin bag, how she clutch it (yeah)
Tapped in with my bro Hit
I seen him, I said, "What up?"
Late nights, I'm a vampire
I'm staying up 'til sun up (sun up)
Heard the beat, my first thought is
"I'm bout to beat this the fuck up" (yeah)
Talkin' all that tough talk, like
"Fuckboy, come run up"
Real life star like Ringo (ayy)
Real life fly-ass gringo
Yay Area my lingo (woo)
Yaddadamean, I'm him tho (him)
Really I'm a real life cheat code (ayy)
Hit five in a row like bingo (bingo)
She on my line like free throw (swish)
Do you yaddadamean though? (heesh)
Filipino, she from Chico
I can't fuck no weak ho (ayy)
She gon' deepthroat, she gon' make that
Pussy pop like Clicquot (ayy)
Pop, pop, pop
What a freak ho (hey)
She wanna party at the casa
I said, "Bring your amigos"
Give no fucks about no status
My lil baby, you can't touch it
Talkin' that blah-blah that rah-rah
I-I-I-I can't trust it
Brand new Zara, aha-ha
Y'all still ballin' on a budget
Ben Baller chain way too big
Ain't no way for me to tuck it (yeah)
G-Wagon or the Lamb Truck
Copped both, I said, "Fuck it" (yeah)
Shootin' shots, my shit wetty
If the bitch ready, we fuckin' (yeah)
It's been awhile she been turned down
Had to give the bitch instructions (instructions)
Use two hands when you suck it (yeah)
Like a Birkin bag, how she clutch it (uh)
Ayy, I told her, "Fuck me"
"I'll take you out that bucket" (yeah)
When you in some good pussy
It feel like you in a oven (pussy)
Nigga you ain't gangster, you's a do-boy
You a puppet (pussy)
You might as well come work for me
Go kill a opp nigga, fuck it (pussy)
We don't like opps, we don't fight opps
They duckin' (fuck the opps)
Seems like the opps sponsored by Nike
How they runnin' (runnin')
Maybachs back-to-back, Ferraris after that
That's how we bummin' (bummin')
Pulled up with a weak bitch, ah
I'm weak in my stomach (stomach)
Ride dirty and you know that (ayy)
Half of the backend, blow that (ayy)
I know where the money at, low jack (ayy)
Shooter game crazy like Kodak (gang)
4Hunnid don't play, you should know that (gang)
Eight-figure nigga, you should note that (gang)
My ho's on a diet, low fat (gang)
Her hair all hers, no track (gang)
Give no fucks about no status
My lil baby, you can't touch it
Talkin' that blah-blah that rah-rah
I-I-I-I can't trust it
Brand new Zara, aha-ha
Y'all still ballin' on a budget
Ben Baller chain way too big
Ain't no way for me to tuck it (yeah)
G-Wagon or the Lamb Truck
Copped both, I said, "Fuck it" (yeah)
Shootin' shots, my shit wetty
If the bitch ready, we fuckin' (yeah)
It's been awhile she been turned down
Had to give the bitch instructions (yeah)
Use two hands when you suck it (yeah)
Like a Birkin bag, how she clutch it
Or do you? (Hitmaka)
Uh, lil' bitch (OG Parker)
Give no fucks about no status
My lil' baby, you can't touch it
Talkin' that blah-blah that rah-rah
I-I-I-I can't trust it
Brand new Zara, aha-ha
Y'all still ballin' on a budget
Ben Baller chain way too big
Ain't no way for me to tuck it (yeah)
G-Wagon or the Lamb Truck
Copped both, I said, "Fuck it" (yeah)
Shootin' shots, my shit wetty
If the bitch ready, we fuckin' (yeah)
It's been a while she been turned down
Had to give the bitch instructions (instructions)
Use two hands when you suck it (you know)
Like a Birkin bag, how she clutch it (yeah)
Tapped in with my bro Hit
I seen him, I said, "What up?"
Late nights, I'm a vampire
I'm staying up 'til sun up (sun up)
Heard the beat, my first thought is
"I'm bout to beat this the fuck up" (yeah)
Talkin' all that tough talk, like
"Fuckboy, come run up"
Real life star like Ringo (ayy)
Real life fly-ass gringo
Yay Area my lingo (woo)
Yaddadamean, I'm him tho (him)
Really I'm a real life cheat code (ayy)
Hit five in a row like bingo (bingo)
She on my line like free throw (swish)
Do you yaddadamean though? (heesh)
Filipino, she from Chico
I can't fuck no weak ho (ayy)
She gon' deepthroat, she gon' make that
Pussy pop like Clicquot (ayy)
Pop, pop, pop
What a freak ho (hey)
She wanna party at the casa
I said, "Bring your amigos"
Give no fucks about no status
My lil baby, you can't touch it
Talkin' that blah-blah that rah-rah
I-I-I-I can't trust it
Brand new Zara, aha-ha
Y'all still ballin' on a budget
Ben Baller chain way too big
Ain't no way for me to tuck it (yeah)
G-Wagon or the Lamb Truck
Copped both, I said, "Fuck it" (yeah)
Shootin' shots, my shit wetty
If the bitch ready, we fuckin' (yeah)
It's been awhile she been turned down
Had to give the bitch instructions (instructions)
Use two hands when you suck it (yeah)
Like a Birkin bag, how she clutch it (uh)
Ayy, I told her, "Fuck me"
"I'll take you out that bucket" (yeah)
When you in some good pussy
It feel like you in a oven (pussy)
Nigga you ain't gangster, you's a do-boy
You a puppet (pussy)
You might as well come work for me
Go kill a opp nigga, fuck it (pussy)
We don't like opps, we don't fight opps
They duckin' (fuck the opps)
Seems like the opps sponsored by Nike
How they runnin' (runnin')
Maybachs back-to-back, Ferraris after that
That's how we bummin' (bummin')
Pulled up with a weak bitch, ah
I'm weak in my stomach (stomach)
Ride dirty and you know that (ayy)
Half of the backend, blow that (ayy)
I know where the money at, low jack (ayy)
Shooter game crazy like Kodak (gang)
4Hunnid don't play, you should know that (gang)
Eight-figure nigga, you should note that (gang)
My ho's on a diet, low fat (gang)
Her hair all hers, no track (gang)
Give no fucks about no status
My lil baby, you can't touch it
Talkin' that blah-blah that rah-rah
I-I-I-I can't trust it
Brand new Zara, aha-ha
Y'all still ballin' on a budget
Ben Baller chain way too big
Ain't no way for me to tuck it (yeah)
G-Wagon or the Lamb Truck
Copped both, I said, "Fuck it" (yeah)
Shootin' shots, my shit wetty
If the bitch ready, we fuckin' (yeah)
It's been awhile she been turned down
Had to give the bitch instructions (yeah)
Use two hands when you suck it (yeah)
Like a Birkin bag, how she clutch it
Credits
Writer(s): Christian Ward, Keenon Daquan Ray Jackson, Joshua Parker, Gerald Earl Gillum, Andrew Langston Neely, Terrence Williams, Benjamin Mcgregor Wilson, Douglas Ford
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