Large Commerce
Strike a pose for the camera
Yo bitch said my pants dumb
(Pants stupid)
Face-plant into her panties, she in handcuffs
My bitch bad, but im badder im so handsome
She want cash thrown, I hand some
I got True Religion posted on my pants cuh
And she dont know my name yet
She just know that I'm the man
Copycat like all my swag, he tryna be me but he cant
Stand up, and up and up the clip, I made him dance
Whip and nae nae bitch, or you finna catch these hands
Clash with yo bitch, and I ain't talking bout' a clan
I'm feeling fly as fuck, yall could just call me superman
All this meat riding give me limp dick bitch
Mad because yo ex tryna lick dick bitch
(And that's real too fuck you)
(And yo clique bitch)
(Large commerce in this muthafucka)
(Okay)
Let a fucka know, there will be repercussions
Let the mag sing, it don't do percussion
T- Tell em' censordx, lil bitch I'm known for cussin' (known for that)
Fuck a bitch hoe, thot, slut, muthafucka she yo cousin
Custom made denim when I'm walking anywhere
Like a grand slam, Astros get em' outta there
Same shit, speed from the feds they in my hair
I feel like a plane, high as fuck im in the air
Air em' out no asthma, cough scoff
I got all yo bitches on my dick saying pop off
Cash coming nonstop
Large commerce in this bitch I'm getting hot, like a molotov
(Incendiary)
Yo bitch said my pants dumb
(Pants stupid)
Face-plant into her panties, she in handcuffs
My bitch bad, but im badder im so handsome
She want cash thrown, I hand some
I got True Religion posted on my pants cuh
And she dont know my name yet
She just know that I'm the man
Copycat like all my swag, he tryna be me but he cant
Stand up, and up and up the clip, I made him dance
Whip and nae nae bitch, or you finna catch these hands
Clash with yo bitch, and I ain't talking bout' a clan
I'm feeling fly as fuck, yall could just call me superman
All this meat riding give me limp dick bitch
Mad because yo ex tryna lick dick bitch
(And that's real too fuck you)
(And yo clique bitch)
(Large commerce in this muthafucka)
(Okay)
Let a fucka know, there will be repercussions
Let the mag sing, it don't do percussion
T- Tell em' censordx, lil bitch I'm known for cussin' (known for that)
Fuck a bitch hoe, thot, slut, muthafucka she yo cousin
Custom made denim when I'm walking anywhere
Like a grand slam, Astros get em' outta there
Same shit, speed from the feds they in my hair
I feel like a plane, high as fuck im in the air
Air em' out no asthma, cough scoff
I got all yo bitches on my dick saying pop off
Cash coming nonstop
Large commerce in this bitch I'm getting hot, like a molotov
(Incendiary)
Credits
Writer(s): Isaac Arratia
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