James Harden
Yeah, Imma tell yo' ho to slide my way
You would think I'm finna crash how I skirt from the Jakes
Got yo' ho in the back tell her look me in the face
Yeah, my drank on cool and my diamonds on Glacier
Now we in the Hellcat on the highway racing'
Pussy boy talking get bread like a baker
Yeah, that pussy boy talking boy I ball like the Lakers
Yeah, Imma pop a pill ho we can talk later
(You look lonely, I can fix that)
(Can you believe it?)
Yeah, yo' ho she love me
Sliding in that Scatpack going dummy
Hear the fye fye fye boy ain't shit lovely (Haha)
Hoe don't come in my crib if we ain't fuckin'
Got a brand new chop came straight in from Russia
The lean in my cup the Percs in my stomach ho
843 So we throwin' them 4's
I don't need that Perc to geek
I don't need that Lean to sleep
Stop hitting my Phone like ho lemme rest in peace, Please
Yeah, Young Semi I'm back like "oh geez"
Take so many pills I hope I OD (Hold on what?)
Yeah, you heard that right why you think
I be chilling and mixing the medicine up with my Sprite
Got yo' ho in the back why she acting so feisty? (Hold on)
Ay, yeah these ho's gone love me cause I'm pricey
Yo' ho gone suck me cause she like me
And I'm beating her back shit strong like a Bison (Hold on)
Ay, Young Semi been cooking I sleep in the stu
I be with his ho in a two door Coupe
Yeah, he ain't on shit said he finna kill who?
Real skinny but this Glockie hold some muscle
He talks so tough let's see how he act when I reach in the duffle
Yeah, yeah, like one little Thot wanna fuck me good
I be stunting on em' like they don't even know
Heart froze in the cold got a brand new ho she gone blow up my phone
And they stay on my dick like woah, woah, woah
Like hop off
I slide with yo' ho in a TrackHawk
And the drake gonna hit like Mosgov
Made yo' ho disappear like "Ta-Da"
And he said I ain't about it boy come find out
And I don't like y'all Pussies just know that I'm fucking yo' bitch
While you out of town
Ay, she say that she like it
And she like a Pornstar that pussy got mileage
Like James Harden Imma up this rocket
("Harden loose ball Tucker to the floor he lobs it up
And oh Clint Capella with the finish at the rim")
You would think I'm finna crash how I skirt from the Jakes
Got yo' ho in the back tell her look me in the face
Yeah, my drank on cool and my diamonds on Glacier
Now we in the Hellcat on the highway racing'
Pussy boy talking get bread like a baker
Yeah, that pussy boy talking boy I ball like the Lakers
Yeah, Imma pop a pill ho we can talk later
(You look lonely, I can fix that)
(Can you believe it?)
Yeah, yo' ho she love me
Sliding in that Scatpack going dummy
Hear the fye fye fye boy ain't shit lovely (Haha)
Hoe don't come in my crib if we ain't fuckin'
Got a brand new chop came straight in from Russia
The lean in my cup the Percs in my stomach ho
843 So we throwin' them 4's
I don't need that Perc to geek
I don't need that Lean to sleep
Stop hitting my Phone like ho lemme rest in peace, Please
Yeah, Young Semi I'm back like "oh geez"
Take so many pills I hope I OD (Hold on what?)
Yeah, you heard that right why you think
I be chilling and mixing the medicine up with my Sprite
Got yo' ho in the back why she acting so feisty? (Hold on)
Ay, yeah these ho's gone love me cause I'm pricey
Yo' ho gone suck me cause she like me
And I'm beating her back shit strong like a Bison (Hold on)
Ay, Young Semi been cooking I sleep in the stu
I be with his ho in a two door Coupe
Yeah, he ain't on shit said he finna kill who?
Real skinny but this Glockie hold some muscle
He talks so tough let's see how he act when I reach in the duffle
Yeah, yeah, like one little Thot wanna fuck me good
I be stunting on em' like they don't even know
Heart froze in the cold got a brand new ho she gone blow up my phone
And they stay on my dick like woah, woah, woah
Like hop off
I slide with yo' ho in a TrackHawk
And the drake gonna hit like Mosgov
Made yo' ho disappear like "Ta-Da"
And he said I ain't about it boy come find out
And I don't like y'all Pussies just know that I'm fucking yo' bitch
While you out of town
Ay, she say that she like it
And she like a Pornstar that pussy got mileage
Like James Harden Imma up this rocket
("Harden loose ball Tucker to the floor he lobs it up
And oh Clint Capella with the finish at the rim")
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Writer(s): Wyatt Rutledge
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