Por Que?
Tell that bitch to pour up
Pocket full of roll up
Smoking out your friends
Cause I'm tryna meet your quota
How we sipping on some mimosas
She straight from north Dakota
In the back of her Toyota
While I'm smoking and she coked up
Or a bad bitch
I'm passing out
Plug serving on my block
And then I'm heading out
Got that Girl Scout cookie
On my hoodie likes what's goodie
And I'm gangster how we boogie
And I pull playing nudy
Like Baby arch your back
Where I finally count this cash
And all my bitches rolling swishes,
And my niggas finally pack
I
Get it just like that
Got my hand prints on your ass
And if you got me in my feelings,
Then they going back to back
Oh I think she slithering
Bruh
And then she whispering
Best to hit your friend and then hit send
Cause then I'll hit again
We posted on the block
With the doobies in her sock
How I cop her so much Rosie's
And I cop her so some pot
Book bag with spliff full of hash
And she counting up this cash
What I had? Girl
Asking what you need?
Is it weed or lean?
You come meet with me
Roll my weed, a pocket G
Tell that bitch pour up
Pocket full of roll up
Cause I'm tryna meet your quota
How I'm sipping on mimosas
She straight from north Dakota
In the back of her Toyota
While I'm smoking and she coked up
Tell that bitch pour up
Pocket full of roll up
Smoking out your friends
Cause I'm tryna meet your quota
How I'm sipping on mimosas
She straight from north Dakota
In the back of her Toyota
While I'm smoking and she coked up
Back Shot
Back Shot
Dripping till that
Moving through the city
Man I'm flying in the
Spinal fluid in my wine
That tick tick tick
I'm losing time
Delirious I'm so divine
Got her breast up on my face
Come around repress my grace
What the fuck you doing in this ditch
Cause you won't ever reach my waste
All I do is push the bounds
I'm moving up and down the city
Fuck around I'm so fucking pretty
Back shot
Back shot
Dripping till that backs hot
Moving through your city
Yeah I'm flying in them black hawks
I got that back shot
Papi why the fuck my fucking back stopped
Skeeted on a hoe
We moving all up on the floor
Now I see the flow
I see the players got to go
No push back
Now look back
Now look up
I'm fucking bitches stomach in her bed
I'm bout to run up in
Tell that bitch to pour up
Pocket full of roll up
Smoking out your friends
Cause I'm tryna meet your quota
How I'm sipping on mimosas
She straight from north Dakota
In the back of her Toyota
While I'm smoking and she coked up
Tell that bitch to pour up
Smoking out your friends
Pocket full of roll up
Smoking out your friends
Cause I'm tryna meet your quota
How we sipping on some mimosas
She straight from north Dakota
In the back of her Toyota
While I'm smoking and she coked up
Or a bad bitch
I'm passing out
Plug serving on my block
And then I'm heading out
Got that Girl Scout cookie
On my hoodie likes what's goodie
And I'm gangster how we boogie
And I pull playing nudy
Like Baby arch your back
Where I finally count this cash
And all my bitches rolling swishes,
And my niggas finally pack
I
Get it just like that
Got my hand prints on your ass
And if you got me in my feelings,
Then they going back to back
Oh I think she slithering
Bruh
And then she whispering
Best to hit your friend and then hit send
Cause then I'll hit again
We posted on the block
With the doobies in her sock
How I cop her so much Rosie's
And I cop her so some pot
Book bag with spliff full of hash
And she counting up this cash
What I had? Girl
Asking what you need?
Is it weed or lean?
You come meet with me
Roll my weed, a pocket G
Tell that bitch pour up
Pocket full of roll up
Cause I'm tryna meet your quota
How I'm sipping on mimosas
She straight from north Dakota
In the back of her Toyota
While I'm smoking and she coked up
Tell that bitch pour up
Pocket full of roll up
Smoking out your friends
Cause I'm tryna meet your quota
How I'm sipping on mimosas
She straight from north Dakota
In the back of her Toyota
While I'm smoking and she coked up
Back Shot
Back Shot
Dripping till that
Moving through the city
Man I'm flying in the
Spinal fluid in my wine
That tick tick tick
I'm losing time
Delirious I'm so divine
Got her breast up on my face
Come around repress my grace
What the fuck you doing in this ditch
Cause you won't ever reach my waste
All I do is push the bounds
I'm moving up and down the city
Fuck around I'm so fucking pretty
Back shot
Back shot
Dripping till that backs hot
Moving through your city
Yeah I'm flying in them black hawks
I got that back shot
Papi why the fuck my fucking back stopped
Skeeted on a hoe
We moving all up on the floor
Now I see the flow
I see the players got to go
No push back
Now look back
Now look up
I'm fucking bitches stomach in her bed
I'm bout to run up in
Tell that bitch to pour up
Pocket full of roll up
Smoking out your friends
Cause I'm tryna meet your quota
How I'm sipping on mimosas
She straight from north Dakota
In the back of her Toyota
While I'm smoking and she coked up
Tell that bitch to pour up
Smoking out your friends
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Writer(s): Reggie Sinatra
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