600

What's hannin' Ikey What's hannin' Darius What's hannin' Yago
Yeah you know we up now bruh fuck all that other shit
Fuck these brothas and these sistas hatin' don't wanna see us shine yeah
We on now let's go

Lets get Yb she in the deep end
Buddy over there he tweakin'
He think that his bitch wont leave him
I'ma take her for the weekend ain't no reason
I'm rolling down sunrise high as fuck while cheesin'
She ain't got no teeth in I swear all I hit is cheekage
I keep a couple casual bands just for the evening
Balling hard like Headband Mello I bring the cheese in
Every time they playing this song it bring the freaks in
I told her she ain't coming alone need at least 3 friends

I'm just a southside hustlah
Drip hard like gunna
I'ma hot nigga but my game cold like Tundra
She ride me like a hummer but I can never love her
Told the bitch I need 5 like a Muslim
They wasn't on tip when I ain't had nothin'
now the tables done turned I'm the one they tryna suck up

I been 150 for 3 years but I gained hella weight
Medina not a liar and he said that he could levitate
I buss and shawty kept suckin' but ill take the extra face
No this ain't my dad money this apply the pressure pape
Gold USA got my fingers looking like Saturn
I was trippin' off the bitch then realized that she didn't matter
I couldn't text the bitch because the wood hit back faster
R.I.P Boogie used to be #FREEHIM till its said backwards

A bathing ape a pound of grapes and a bitch named Kate
I set the stakes right there cause i cant make a mistake
She got her back realigned told her have a good day
Dumb ignorant dirty bitch and you know she from the A
Dumb bitch from Sicily took me to Italy I think her name was Celestine
Fucked the bitch so good the dick so good she couldn't remember me
Cooking in the lab and they wanna know the recipe
Broke is all up in your blood my nigga its a recessive gene
Brotha shooting over there I hope he brought an extra tee

Chopper get to speakin' shells all on my toes
I call this bitch adidas always keep like 3 rolled
Ima hit her up in the load ain't no way she comin' home
Bottom 8 look like chrome I cant wait till my dawg home
I drop buckets on her chin all I do is win
Everybody way too low I'm way too high up for that shit
And I know my bitch bad I couldn't find a finer bitch
Put the game up in my hand I am umpire in this bitch

Treat the bitch like garbage and treat the streets like a garbage can
I sold a nigga 7 Gs of raw it was partially sand
I know my cousin bored he hit a liq on a Target van
You know what I do when I gotta P I hit the Potty Dance

One look at the bitch and i knew the bitch type
Yeah she loves to disrespect her dad she hates to fuck whites
She works at Raley's by the day Deja Vu by the night
This nigga pockets hella dry like a pack of some rice

How I make her pussy wet but this bitch still up in dry-fit
Y'all be gossiping like feds I can't be fucking with no dry snitch
This year I got my bands up I'm so proud and handsome
Sometimes I be childish need a P might throw a tantrum



Credits
Writer(s): Jade Morris
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

Link