S3 X (feat. Yung Kayo)
Uh-uh-uh-uh
Yeah, yeah
Uh, every time that I wake up, I get outta bed and I grab my pole
And every time I hit my bitch, shit, I tell her, "Shut up, go and play your role"
Every time I link a new thot, tell her, "Back it up and ride it slow"
And every time I'm outta state, yeah, I got a new bag on the road
Yeah, I put it up, finger O
Margiela my clothes
My swag is new
I got stripper hoes on poles
Gotta strip her right up off the pole
Got the pussy right up over here
Couple threads and I'm off grip
Pretty little ho give me that lip
Pretty little ho give me that ass
Then she gon' say she want a Birkin bag
I'm just hoping they return text 'cause I'm finna take the lil' ho back
I'm finna go and get my money back
Spyro shit, on my money bag
Rockstar shit, gotta rock tags
Balenciaga with the Hermes
Wear more shit than a Nike tech
Kicking my shit with a Nike bitch
Stick on my hip, I ain't fold that shit
Internet shit, I'on beef with them
Told the lil' bitch I'on know them
Upgrade my bitch, got the whole thing
Spark my blunts, smoke the whole thing
I'm in the back of this Bentley Tay'
Smoke with the Kel-Tec, it push your whole crew back
I got a couple in the coupe like Iran
Gave yo' ho a chance with a hundred bands
She just wanna dance, mix it like I'm Lance
I got Margiela, pull it out the hamper
I got that lil' bitch still like a mannequin
I take like ten Percs, I tell 'em copy that
She just like the rest so I brought that bitch back again
Double up my hundreds, swear there ain't no stopping it
Make yo' pockets short just like it hit February
I'ma leave you dead, put you in the cemetery
I will not be here, no, I will not be here
No, I will not be here
No, I will not be here
No, I will not be here
No, I will not be here
Uh, every time that I wake up, I get outta bed and I grab my pole
And every time I hit my bitch, shit, I tell her, "Shut up, go and play your role"
Every time I link a new thot, tell her, "Back it up and ride it slow"
And every time I'm outta state, yeah, I got a new bag on the road
Yeah, yeah
Uh, every time that I wake up, I get outta bed and I grab my pole
And every time I hit my bitch, shit, I tell her, "Shut up, go and play your role"
Every time I link a new thot, tell her, "Back it up and ride it slow"
And every time I'm outta state, yeah, I got a new bag on the road
Yeah, I put it up, finger O
Margiela my clothes
My swag is new
I got stripper hoes on poles
Gotta strip her right up off the pole
Got the pussy right up over here
Couple threads and I'm off grip
Pretty little ho give me that lip
Pretty little ho give me that ass
Then she gon' say she want a Birkin bag
I'm just hoping they return text 'cause I'm finna take the lil' ho back
I'm finna go and get my money back
Spyro shit, on my money bag
Rockstar shit, gotta rock tags
Balenciaga with the Hermes
Wear more shit than a Nike tech
Kicking my shit with a Nike bitch
Stick on my hip, I ain't fold that shit
Internet shit, I'on beef with them
Told the lil' bitch I'on know them
Upgrade my bitch, got the whole thing
Spark my blunts, smoke the whole thing
I'm in the back of this Bentley Tay'
Smoke with the Kel-Tec, it push your whole crew back
I got a couple in the coupe like Iran
Gave yo' ho a chance with a hundred bands
She just wanna dance, mix it like I'm Lance
I got Margiela, pull it out the hamper
I got that lil' bitch still like a mannequin
I take like ten Percs, I tell 'em copy that
She just like the rest so I brought that bitch back again
Double up my hundreds, swear there ain't no stopping it
Make yo' pockets short just like it hit February
I'ma leave you dead, put you in the cemetery
I will not be here, no, I will not be here
No, I will not be here
No, I will not be here
No, I will not be here
No, I will not be here
Uh, every time that I wake up, I get outta bed and I grab my pole
And every time I hit my bitch, shit, I tell her, "Shut up, go and play your role"
Every time I link a new thot, tell her, "Back it up and ride it slow"
And every time I'm outta state, yeah, I got a new bag on the road
Credits
Writer(s): Noir Brent, Malachi Green, Dominic Paoletti, Christopher Quillin, Rafael Max, Kala George
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