gummi!
Ju-Jump out the wagon i hop in the coupe
Pass to my team that's alley oop
She fucking with me she not fucking with you
I pop me a gummy now I'm feeling loose
She want to know what I'm on (What you on)
She want to know what is next
Got these bands I cannot stress
Got that sace right on my chest
Rubber bands hold these bands everytime I get checks
Everytime I hop off the jet haters upset
Louis belt holding on my pants
And she like what I'm saying yeah she want to have sex
Put that bih on the camera when she want to give me neck
You haters dogs I treat you like pets
You want to ball here's a catch (Yaa)
And she call my phone she best
I got the foreign yeah I am next
I got the foreign yeah the patek
I got the ice right on my neck
Look at the ice now that bih wet (Yaa)
Yeah that bih wet (Yaa)
Yeah that bih wet (Yaa)
She be a puppy dog a pet
She might just need her vet
Take Versace and the Fendi
And my fit it's just Givenchy
Jump out the wagon I hop in the coupe
Fucking on shawty she a lil swoop
Hit her off Molly then i cut her loose
And she write on my heart
Told her please do not start
Can you just play your part
Tell me who you really are
We take a trip to mars
She gold jus like a star (Yaa)
Pass to my team that's alley oop
She fucking with me she not fucking with you
I pop me a gummy now I'm feeling loose
She want to know what I'm on (What you on)
She want to know what is next
Got these bands I cannot stress
Got that sace right on my chest
Rubber bands hold these bands everytime I get checks
Everytime I hop off the jet haters upset
Louis belt holding on my pants
And she like what I'm saying yeah she want to have sex
Put that bih on the camera when she want to give me neck
You haters dogs I treat you like pets
You want to ball here's a catch (Yaa)
And she call my phone she best
I got the foreign yeah I am next
I got the foreign yeah the patek
I got the ice right on my neck
Look at the ice now that bih wet (Yaa)
Yeah that bih wet (Yaa)
Yeah that bih wet (Yaa)
She be a puppy dog a pet
She might just need her vet
Take Versace and the Fendi
And my fit it's just Givenchy
Jump out the wagon I hop in the coupe
Fucking on shawty she a lil swoop
Hit her off Molly then i cut her loose
And she write on my heart
Told her please do not start
Can you just play your part
Tell me who you really are
We take a trip to mars
She gold jus like a star (Yaa)
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Writer(s): Corin Peters
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