Aight Boom

A'ight Boom
So check it, everybody chatting
'Bout the shit that we be doing when we on the satin
Drop niggas and they sing like they Robbin and you Paula Patton
It be them soft dick, they ain't never lasting

I'm the type of bitch to keep it on the DL
Keep it off my TL, let me get a BLT
Pull up in it full of vanilla (full of vanilla)
Boston cream gotta give me all that feeling (give me now)
He got his butters on we ain't doing all that kissing (uh-uh)
Versatile chick so you know I flip it

Like scamming niggas my links is always clicking
Even if I could, I'd never birth his children
But I need a dude with the wickedest stamina
Need a one, two, three-hour man fuck

All that Facebook shit, no Instagram
Those the type of niggas that's in demand, uh
The trade tryna fuck with my PR
As if I ain't the illest bitch coming out of DR
Bitches got botched now they ask for my DR
Ya BM bad but I'm bad-d-e-r

I only fuck niggas in the telly
Text now number, can't give him my celly
Streets is watching, I'm sending him a black car

Niggas know I run, r-run it like a track star
Like a track star, niggas know I run, r-run it like a track star
Like a track star, niggas know I run, r-run it like a track star
Like a track star, niggas know I run, r-run it like a track star
Like a track star, niggas know I run, r-run it like a track star

The dude was Puerto Rican and not on the deez L
Like it when he move weight dope on that Keyz L
Got him all gassed up like a bitch diesel
Power in my pussy and that motherfucker lethal (fuckin' shit)

Listen, lil' nigga stressing 'cause I'm popping that's a fact (uh-uh)
Tryna hide me don't want no niggas in my back
It's a shame want me as his BM then his BM
Put my shades on now I see him when I see him

Hard white five shows flashing lights
Text me in the morning just to see me in the night
Can't keep a secret, don't tell these other bitches I be fucking you
Bitch, I'm Ky Ani can't have you niggas feeling comfortable
I ain't talking dicks when I say I keep it tucked
Hottest rap bitch these other bitches needed luck, uh
Fuck you mean? Give me greens if you coming to see
Pass the ball to me and Boogie bitch we running the streets

Invisible ink, disappearing messages (it's legal)
Screenshot notifications keep it ethical
I got bookings and you at bookings
You don't fit into my image promise nobody looking at you, nigga

So don't you fret, sign this NDA quick right before I jet
You leave first, then I leave next no strings
I don't want no calls or text
I don't wanna seen no story lines in the press
Bitches in the scene talking out they neck
I rip a bitch wind pipe from out her neck
So, come correct with all respect motherfucker

Like a track star, niggas know I run, r-run it like a track star
Like a track star, niggas know I run, r-run it like a track star
Like a track star, niggas know I run, r-run it like a track star
Like a track star, niggas know I run, r-run it like a track star