GREY GOOSE
Dra-dra-drank, in my cup
Sipping on that Grey Goose (ahh)
Yeah that bitch, she my boo
Cause she like the hundreds blue (rah)
I cant smile, for no pictures
Cause the diamonds on my tooth (wha)
Yeah, I just bossed a bitch up
Put some Gucci on the shoe
Yeah that boy, talk a lot
But that boy ain't got no bands (let's go)
I can make her dance
Hundreds put her in a trance (yeah)
Gotta amputate my hands
Cause the diamonds got me froze (wha)
Heard that bitch, for the streets
Cause she fucking all your bros
Let's go, yeah
Murdered the Chevy Suburban
Sipping the bourbon
Mix that shit up with the purple (yeah)
That got me spinning in circles (yeah)
Jumping the charts like a hurdle (yeah)
Jumping the charts like a mo'fuckin' hurdle (yea-yeah)
Dior my glasses like Urkel (wha)
Infrared vision like thermal (yea)
Rocking all black like a mo'fuckin' ninja (yea)
Bitch I ain't no talking no turtles (let's go)
I might buy that bitch a new Birkin' (okay)
Just cause I like how she twerkin' (yeah)
She play with my heart like a surgeon (yeah)
So bitch I'm I'm closing the curtains (yeah)
Bulletproof windows they cover the bus
I sip the lean pack the bean up with runtz (rah)
That bitch gotta booty like Jabba the Hutt
When I get behind bitch I'm using my-
Just take a look at ya bitch
FaceTime, I'm stuck in her ribs (wha)
Next time you kissing that bitch on the lips
You finna remember the taste of my kids (wha)
Okay let's run it, yeah
Necklace all froze like the summit (rah)
Thumbing her back make that bitch finna suck it
Thumbing through hundreds it's mo'fuckin' nothing (it's mo'fuckin-)
Dra-dra-drank, in my cup
Sipping on that Grey Goose (ahh)
Yeah that bitch, she my boo
Cause she like the hundreds blue (rah)
I cant smile, for no pictures
Cause the diamonds on my tooth (wha)
Yeah, I just bossed a bitch up
Put some Gucci on the shoe
Yeah that boy, talk a lot
But that boy ain't got no bands (let's go)
I-I-I can make her dance
Hundreds put her in a trance (yeah)
Gotta amputate my hands
Cause the diamonds got me froze (wha)
Heard that bitch, for the streets
Cause she fucking all your bros
Let's go
Sipping on that Grey Goose (ahh)
Yeah that bitch, she my boo
Cause she like the hundreds blue (rah)
I cant smile, for no pictures
Cause the diamonds on my tooth (wha)
Yeah, I just bossed a bitch up
Put some Gucci on the shoe
Yeah that boy, talk a lot
But that boy ain't got no bands (let's go)
I can make her dance
Hundreds put her in a trance (yeah)
Gotta amputate my hands
Cause the diamonds got me froze (wha)
Heard that bitch, for the streets
Cause she fucking all your bros
Let's go, yeah
Murdered the Chevy Suburban
Sipping the bourbon
Mix that shit up with the purple (yeah)
That got me spinning in circles (yeah)
Jumping the charts like a hurdle (yeah)
Jumping the charts like a mo'fuckin' hurdle (yea-yeah)
Dior my glasses like Urkel (wha)
Infrared vision like thermal (yea)
Rocking all black like a mo'fuckin' ninja (yea)
Bitch I ain't no talking no turtles (let's go)
I might buy that bitch a new Birkin' (okay)
Just cause I like how she twerkin' (yeah)
She play with my heart like a surgeon (yeah)
So bitch I'm I'm closing the curtains (yeah)
Bulletproof windows they cover the bus
I sip the lean pack the bean up with runtz (rah)
That bitch gotta booty like Jabba the Hutt
When I get behind bitch I'm using my-
Just take a look at ya bitch
FaceTime, I'm stuck in her ribs (wha)
Next time you kissing that bitch on the lips
You finna remember the taste of my kids (wha)
Okay let's run it, yeah
Necklace all froze like the summit (rah)
Thumbing her back make that bitch finna suck it
Thumbing through hundreds it's mo'fuckin' nothing (it's mo'fuckin-)
Dra-dra-drank, in my cup
Sipping on that Grey Goose (ahh)
Yeah that bitch, she my boo
Cause she like the hundreds blue (rah)
I cant smile, for no pictures
Cause the diamonds on my tooth (wha)
Yeah, I just bossed a bitch up
Put some Gucci on the shoe
Yeah that boy, talk a lot
But that boy ain't got no bands (let's go)
I-I-I can make her dance
Hundreds put her in a trance (yeah)
Gotta amputate my hands
Cause the diamonds got me froze (wha)
Heard that bitch, for the streets
Cause she fucking all your bros
Let's go
Credits
Writer(s): Alex Portscher
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