Spellbook
Baby you need to be servin
Under the seat put the work in Ooh
Right at the top with no service She from the Bs, want a birkin
I got these Niggas these Disturbed and maybe I did it on Purpose
Why this young boy out in Fergus, he wanna be where the Work is
I want ice now, they see the Money, they nice now
Bussin with the lights out, my Bitches met wanna fight now
Russian, with a sight out, boy Don't you play witcha life now
Fucked up money tight then, but Me and guala we tight now
Baby I wanna fuck thru the Nightgown
Baby I need the top wit the top Down
And she tellin me she from the DR, maybe I should go book me A flight now
And this bitch wanna find out Who we are
When I walk in the door it's a Touchdown
Man my bitches get louder than C4
When the money run up, who to Trust now
Why this bitch tellin me she like Bussdowns?
Man they funny to me, catch yo Bus route
I can't fuck witcho buddy I Cussed out
I can sniff out a bitch, I'm a Bloodhound
Rado ain't me till I roll off a bean
You thought it was Percs, but he Choppin up T's
I only pop pure what the fuck do You mean
They think it's a cure, I can't fuck Wit a fiend
Uh, lately I'm counting up bands So these fuck Niggas hate me
Yeah, really I'm curving these Hoes, why yo chick wanna date Me
Baby I sit in the vip with a Modeling bitch, you can't fuck if You paid me
I'm dropping hit after hit, watch This boy have a fit cause he hates That they rate me
I need a whip from the eighties Interior pink, did that shit for The ladies
I like a bitch when she crazy but Girl you gon fuck up your nose Sniffin Katy
Hold up wait, I'm whipping Mercedes, she think that I made It, she wan have my babies
Slow up wait, I'm really too Faded, like who are you baiting You're moving too shady
Ooh damn, I move with the Bands like who is your mans, I'm Doin advances
Damn, your girl is a fan, she Don't need a man, the way that She dancin
Uh yeah, hey rado it's up, you Pouring up red, ain't no mud in Your cup
All of yo buddies suck to keep it a Buck, c rose on the beat and he Fuckin it up
Baby you need to be servin
Under the seat put the work in Ooh
Right at the top with no service She from the Bs, want a birkin
I got these Niggas these Disturbed and maybe I did it on Purpose
Why this young boy out in Fergus, he wanna be where the Work is
I want ice now, they see the Money, they nice now
Bussin with the lights out, my Bitches met wanna fight now
Russian, with a sight out, boy Don't you play witcha life now
Fucked up money tight then, but Me and guala we tight now
Under the seat put the work in Ooh
Right at the top with no service She from the Bs, want a birkin
I got these Niggas these Disturbed and maybe I did it on Purpose
Why this young boy out in Fergus, he wanna be where the Work is
I want ice now, they see the Money, they nice now
Bussin with the lights out, my Bitches met wanna fight now
Russian, with a sight out, boy Don't you play witcha life now
Fucked up money tight then, but Me and guala we tight now
Baby I wanna fuck thru the Nightgown
Baby I need the top wit the top Down
And she tellin me she from the DR, maybe I should go book me A flight now
And this bitch wanna find out Who we are
When I walk in the door it's a Touchdown
Man my bitches get louder than C4
When the money run up, who to Trust now
Why this bitch tellin me she like Bussdowns?
Man they funny to me, catch yo Bus route
I can't fuck witcho buddy I Cussed out
I can sniff out a bitch, I'm a Bloodhound
Rado ain't me till I roll off a bean
You thought it was Percs, but he Choppin up T's
I only pop pure what the fuck do You mean
They think it's a cure, I can't fuck Wit a fiend
Uh, lately I'm counting up bands So these fuck Niggas hate me
Yeah, really I'm curving these Hoes, why yo chick wanna date Me
Baby I sit in the vip with a Modeling bitch, you can't fuck if You paid me
I'm dropping hit after hit, watch This boy have a fit cause he hates That they rate me
I need a whip from the eighties Interior pink, did that shit for The ladies
I like a bitch when she crazy but Girl you gon fuck up your nose Sniffin Katy
Hold up wait, I'm whipping Mercedes, she think that I made It, she wan have my babies
Slow up wait, I'm really too Faded, like who are you baiting You're moving too shady
Ooh damn, I move with the Bands like who is your mans, I'm Doin advances
Damn, your girl is a fan, she Don't need a man, the way that She dancin
Uh yeah, hey rado it's up, you Pouring up red, ain't no mud in Your cup
All of yo buddies suck to keep it a Buck, c rose on the beat and he Fuckin it up
Baby you need to be servin
Under the seat put the work in Ooh
Right at the top with no service She from the Bs, want a birkin
I got these Niggas these Disturbed and maybe I did it on Purpose
Why this young boy out in Fergus, he wanna be where the Work is
I want ice now, they see the Money, they nice now
Bussin with the lights out, my Bitches met wanna fight now
Russian, with a sight out, boy Don't you play witcha life now
Fucked up money tight then, but Me and guala we tight now
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Writer(s): Jaylen Jacobs
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