Is you is? or Is you aint?
Is you is, or is you ain't, my baby,
Baby girl, you know you drive me crazy
Fuck wit a V, you know the boy is wavy
Shit,
Why you actin so
Damn, why you actin so Crazy
Because the dick came crazy
Whoa
Like baby, baby, baby, baby
I'm just trying to lick it, maybe stick it
Love when you sit on it and shake it
Damn, I really miss the ass
Oh my god, just let me smash
Just let me wreck it like I crash
Damn, these hoes got me mad
Don't erk me
Have my boy pop a nigga just like a percy
Said I was lurking
I seen his car, then I had to fill it with like 30
See, I can't fuck with bitches that be rolling with the opps
Them niggas don't concern me
Tell me, what you trying to learn me
None of these hoes deserve me
I heard your best friend was looking for D's
So she can suck me like a Slurpee
I should grab her hair and beat from the back
Yeah, that ass was looking perfect
Little bitch, you just lost me
Trying to come up, you can never cross me
I'ma run it up, you can never stop me
Young negus and hail for Boston
I've been running shit
But I can aim it at his legs
An stop em from walking
Leave a nigga stiff just like a possum
Allen Iverson, I'll cross him
Been on a mission like 007
But niggas will never try to cross me
I can tangle with a nigga, but he don't want to catch
The hands when he walk in
Jumped up and had to drop him
Had to leave him parked just because the nigga was talking
I don't even need the Glocky
I'm a known fire starter
Bitch is my monster
Niggas don't hang on my side of the jungle
Because I might swing down and rock him
Yo, I don't even like snakes
Constrcter team, I'm a anaconda in the water
I heard these niggas want some pressure
Hold up, let a nigga make a torture
It's tre rah all on the track
So this bitch about to be a scorcher
Niggas know I been burning up hot
Get some gas and let me torch him
I been that nigga inside of the bag
Set to hop off the porch
Jeep ink on my doors
We roll 24s
I might hop out, ghost ride a whip
Like a nigga got the force
She giddy up just like a horse
She want the dickens, that's a course
I might slap the meat all on the table
Looking like a full course
Ha ha ha ha
Baby girl, you know you drive me crazy
Fuck wit a V, you know the boy is wavy
Shit,
Why you actin so
Damn, why you actin so Crazy
Because the dick came crazy
Whoa
Like baby, baby, baby, baby
I'm just trying to lick it, maybe stick it
Love when you sit on it and shake it
Damn, I really miss the ass
Oh my god, just let me smash
Just let me wreck it like I crash
Damn, these hoes got me mad
Don't erk me
Have my boy pop a nigga just like a percy
Said I was lurking
I seen his car, then I had to fill it with like 30
See, I can't fuck with bitches that be rolling with the opps
Them niggas don't concern me
Tell me, what you trying to learn me
None of these hoes deserve me
I heard your best friend was looking for D's
So she can suck me like a Slurpee
I should grab her hair and beat from the back
Yeah, that ass was looking perfect
Little bitch, you just lost me
Trying to come up, you can never cross me
I'ma run it up, you can never stop me
Young negus and hail for Boston
I've been running shit
But I can aim it at his legs
An stop em from walking
Leave a nigga stiff just like a possum
Allen Iverson, I'll cross him
Been on a mission like 007
But niggas will never try to cross me
I can tangle with a nigga, but he don't want to catch
The hands when he walk in
Jumped up and had to drop him
Had to leave him parked just because the nigga was talking
I don't even need the Glocky
I'm a known fire starter
Bitch is my monster
Niggas don't hang on my side of the jungle
Because I might swing down and rock him
Yo, I don't even like snakes
Constrcter team, I'm a anaconda in the water
I heard these niggas want some pressure
Hold up, let a nigga make a torture
It's tre rah all on the track
So this bitch about to be a scorcher
Niggas know I been burning up hot
Get some gas and let me torch him
I been that nigga inside of the bag
Set to hop off the porch
Jeep ink on my doors
We roll 24s
I might hop out, ghost ride a whip
Like a nigga got the force
She giddy up just like a horse
She want the dickens, that's a course
I might slap the meat all on the table
Looking like a full course
Ha ha ha ha
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Writer(s): Trae Rah
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