Yea! Yea! Yea!

Make him send that bread and he get blocked if he say no
I just left his ass on read, he think I'm green, it's time to go
I been walking all on bitches throat, and still ain't seen no smoke
Hold on, said give me some money and he was like yeah

I told him to pull up, and he was like where
He wanna visit, I told him he gotta get a ticket to see me cause I'm in the air
And it's a fact, he wanna get in this big ass cat, no Gucci Laflair
Well I want a trip for me and my bitch, you can't even come better send me the fare

I hit him up when I came back, that n***a better stay where his lane at
You wanna FaceTime me while you getting the tat, where you putting my name at
On the side of your jaw where I came at? Or right where your collar, your chain at
Cause I like to choke on my n***a and fuck him real good

Get in his ear like bang that, bang that
Bang, bang, rock, swang, hips, hips, move
Bang, bang, rock, swang, hips
Get in his ear like bang that, bang that

You gon' beat it up, you gon' eat it up
If I let you fuck me raw, dawg, you gon' skeet it up
We gon' be the littest, you gon' help me start a business
If you fuck round get me pregnant, you gon' take me to the clinic

Nah, I'm playing, till the n***a don't take me serious
And if we ain't stopping by the bank, that n***a can't take me, period
He say I act funny, bitch, oh motherfucking well
When I ask you for some money, tell me motherfucking yeah

Ask him for some money, he like yeah
He like, bae, you want some more? And I'm like yeah
He my favorite, I swear that my little, yeah, yeah, yeah
When he hit me from the back, I be like yeah, uh, yeah, huh

You been back outside, uh, n****s on your line
Uh, he ain't texting dollar signs, then you gon' hit decline
Uh, you been chasing checks, you been all on bitches' necks
Huh, you been making moves, why them hoes still making threats

Uh, so dope that I could sign a trap deal
N****s didn't know that I came from the trap
So cold, feel like I ain't pay the gas bill
N****s ain't know I spit fire on they ass

My flow so clean, so fresh, I'm an outcast, like, hey, y'all
No three stacks, but I'ma need a flute
Cause these bitches blowing me right off
But I'm fiending for rappers, just send me a body

That hoe ain't hard, don't put her beside me
I make her hush and I'm not being cocky
Bitches be softer than puffs, Scotties
Cottonelle, Charmin, quicker, picker, upper

Bounty, on her head, you gon' have to rush her
Uh, to the ER, it's BB
If I need clout, I might just leak my sex tape
Send that to my PR, I just left from DR

Yeah, I woke them bitches up
I guess they not the type to sleep hard
I told you that shit was gonna be fire yak