WOAH!
Whoa, whoa, whoa
I-I-I'ma just fuck on yo bitch, nigga
Runnin' around with the clip, nigga
You cannot fuck with the shits, nigga
Pull up with Tenet, that's beef, nigga
Hit it from the back and my bitch got back
That's ya girl? She a hoe, and I might take her soul
I flow on a bitch, I go on a bitch
Payroll on my bitch, diamonds on her wrist like
Woah, woah, fuck with the flow
Woah, woah, you gotta go
The diamonds on me and my niggas are froze
My wrist is reflective, aggressive like yo
I'm only gettin' better and my flow is gettin' faster
Gotta slow it down, you niggas clowns
When I come around, better be a fucking man
Not call the opps, you think I'm playin'
I went to the store wit' yo' bitch
I called ya aunt's phone like, "Do you want some dick?"
Fuck them lurkin', hatin' niggas, they just fiendin' for attention
I won't give it, I'm a villain, I'm above you lame ass niggas
Hustle twenty-four hours, that's double a dozen
I pulled up on your bitch, she a freckle-dick lover
My teeth are so damn white, they start to fuck they cousins
Hold on
What do you mean? Yo' bitch a fiend
I posted a meme, all part of the scheme
To get in them cheeks and fuck her this week
3D, come see me, no panty on
You freaky, let's repeat and play this song
Like woah, woah, I fuck a bitch on the go
She don't got no carpet so I'm finna nut in her dome
I'm finna nut, go home, bitch, leave me alone
My phone, it not gon' "Ring-ring-ring," or make a tone
Y'all want meme rap?
That shit's whack, don't give a fuck and I clap back
Choppa' clap like the audience when we on the stage and we killin' it
I'm villainous and you notice it,
And I pull up quicker then yo' lil' bitch
When I call her up, it only ring once,
Now she on her way, bumpin' "Ringatone"
Like woah, woah, I'm 'boutta flow
I still got a cold but niggas don't know
I can still kill it, this isn't no joke
I've mastered my flow, so sick, so cold
I got pyromania cause all I spit is fire
When I'm in the stu', I make yo' bitch sing like a choir, damn
Got a blue watch and that shit sparkle, I'm so icy but I'm not Narco
Use to have an android, now I got a iPhone
"Ding-ding-ding," FaceTime, bitch, you gotta go
Gotta go faster, feel like Sonic
Finesse all the syllables, man, you know I'm on it
Slowin' it down, gotta calm down,
You nigga is clowns, we don't play around
I-I-I'ma just fuck on yo bitch, nigga
Runnin' around with the clip, nigga
You cannot fuck with the shits, nigga
Pull up with Tenet, that's beef, nigga
Hit it from the back and my bitch got back
That's ya girl? She a hoe, and I might take her soul
I flow on a bitch, I go on a bitch
Payroll on my bitch, diamonds on her wrist like
Woah, woah, fuck with the flow
Woah, woah, you gotta go
The diamonds on me and my niggas are froze
My wrist is reflective, aggressive like yo
I'm only gettin' better and my flow is gettin' faster
Gotta slow it down, you niggas clowns
When I come around, better be a fucking man
Not call the opps, you think I'm playin'
I went to the store wit' yo' bitch
I called ya aunt's phone like, "Do you want some dick?"
Fuck them lurkin', hatin' niggas, they just fiendin' for attention
I won't give it, I'm a villain, I'm above you lame ass niggas
Hustle twenty-four hours, that's double a dozen
I pulled up on your bitch, she a freckle-dick lover
My teeth are so damn white, they start to fuck they cousins
Hold on
What do you mean? Yo' bitch a fiend
I posted a meme, all part of the scheme
To get in them cheeks and fuck her this week
3D, come see me, no panty on
You freaky, let's repeat and play this song
Like woah, woah, I fuck a bitch on the go
She don't got no carpet so I'm finna nut in her dome
I'm finna nut, go home, bitch, leave me alone
My phone, it not gon' "Ring-ring-ring," or make a tone
Y'all want meme rap?
That shit's whack, don't give a fuck and I clap back
Choppa' clap like the audience when we on the stage and we killin' it
I'm villainous and you notice it,
And I pull up quicker then yo' lil' bitch
When I call her up, it only ring once,
Now she on her way, bumpin' "Ringatone"
Like woah, woah, I'm 'boutta flow
I still got a cold but niggas don't know
I can still kill it, this isn't no joke
I've mastered my flow, so sick, so cold
I got pyromania cause all I spit is fire
When I'm in the stu', I make yo' bitch sing like a choir, damn
Got a blue watch and that shit sparkle, I'm so icy but I'm not Narco
Use to have an android, now I got a iPhone
"Ding-ding-ding," FaceTime, bitch, you gotta go
Gotta go faster, feel like Sonic
Finesse all the syllables, man, you know I'm on it
Slowin' it down, gotta calm down,
You nigga is clowns, we don't play around
Credits
Writer(s): Marlon Lafayette Brown, Aaron Jeffrey Jr. Seymour
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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