Aw
(Ay fuck you bitch)
(Sayin' "aw", but you ain't shit)
(Turn around and skirt off quick)
(Then I cop the latest shit)
(Latest fit, latest fit)
(Latest fit, latest fit)
(Huh, you ain't shit)
(You ain't shit, fuck you bitch)
(Fuck you bitch)
(Fuck you bitch)
(I'm in awe, bitch, okay)
(Fuck you, hold on)
(Fuck you bitch)
(Fuck you bitch)
(I'm in awe, hold on)
Ay, fuck this shit
New whip, summertime ride my shit
Motherfuckers talk
But they can't get rich (You broke)
I pop my shit they drop real quick (I)
Say in Fallout "fuck the cash"
But i'd rather go out
And whip the dash
Then skirt, then crash
Than fuck with you
Cuz we wouldn't last bitch
I am so tired
I can't stand this shit
I am tired of it
I, I fuckin' quit
I, I might forfeit
I can't do this shit
I can't do this shit
I, I can't do this
I am so tired
I can't stand this shit
I am tired of it
I, I fuckin' quit
I, I might forfeit
I can't do this shit
I can't do this shit
I can, take us to the bridge
Hit one time, then I dip real fast
Got a bitch that's mixed
That's a pico dish
And I know you wish
That you could come back
But it's too late now
Cuz the jet done landed
Yeah I left you stranded
Little bitch you ain't coming back
Ima run this shit like a quarterback
Halftime got robbed
Need my quarter back
You ran with the ball
Now you running back
I don't fuck with that
Yeah Ima see you like, never
Forever, and ever
Thought you was clever, whatever
Still saying "aw" playing games
Baby get the fuck up out my face
I ain't fuck with that, bye
(Sayin' "aw", but you ain't shit)
(Turn around and skirt off quick)
(Then I cop the latest shit)
(Latest fit, latest fit)
(Latest fit, latest fit)
(Huh, you ain't shit)
(You ain't shit, fuck you bitch)
(Fuck you bitch)
(Fuck you bitch)
(I'm in awe, bitch, okay)
(Fuck you, hold on)
(Fuck you bitch)
(Fuck you bitch)
(I'm in awe, hold on)
Ay, fuck this shit
New whip, summertime ride my shit
Motherfuckers talk
But they can't get rich (You broke)
I pop my shit they drop real quick (I)
Say in Fallout "fuck the cash"
But i'd rather go out
And whip the dash
Then skirt, then crash
Than fuck with you
Cuz we wouldn't last bitch
I am so tired
I can't stand this shit
I am tired of it
I, I fuckin' quit
I, I might forfeit
I can't do this shit
I can't do this shit
I, I can't do this
I am so tired
I can't stand this shit
I am tired of it
I, I fuckin' quit
I, I might forfeit
I can't do this shit
I can't do this shit
I can, take us to the bridge
Hit one time, then I dip real fast
Got a bitch that's mixed
That's a pico dish
And I know you wish
That you could come back
But it's too late now
Cuz the jet done landed
Yeah I left you stranded
Little bitch you ain't coming back
Ima run this shit like a quarterback
Halftime got robbed
Need my quarter back
You ran with the ball
Now you running back
I don't fuck with that
Yeah Ima see you like, never
Forever, and ever
Thought you was clever, whatever
Still saying "aw" playing games
Baby get the fuck up out my face
I ain't fuck with that, bye
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Writer(s): Austin Gwatney
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