yurrr

Yurrr

Yurrr
We get money like the first (like the first), uh
I'm on Fifth Ave with the fur
Steady sippin' 'til I'm slurred (slurred), hm, sippin' 'til I'm slurred

You keep your hand in my purse (purse)
I put the truck in reverse (reverse)
You tryna Wiki my name (yah)
I got a Google alert (uh-huh)
You tryna scoop up the dirt (mm)
Y'all ain't got nothin' on me (not me)
Except for that-, shhh
I gotta keep it low-key

Posture, sit up, bitch, 'cause you washed up
I get gains, no softener (softener), and you ain't making my roster
You my son that I foster, where the fuck is my lobster? (Yah)
I be sippin' that Monster, turn a bitch to a monster

Yurrr
We get money like the first, uh
I'm on Fifth Ave with the fur
Steady sippin' 'til I'm slurred, mm, sippin' 'til I'm slurred

Yurrr
We get money like the first
I'm on Fifth Ave with the fur, and I'm sippin' 'til I'm slurred
From the city to the burbs, if you with me
You say, "Yurrr, yurrr, yurrr, yurrr-yurrr"

Hit me in the late night if you want that date night
You hit me with that ETA once you cross that state line
When you cross that state line, I don't wanna waste time
Boy, you got me fucked up, I can't walk that straight line

Pullin' out the strap, you know I keep it in my desk
He won't even know it when I hit him with the Tech
Let him know he's mine, so I left one on his neck
I ain't trippin' 'bout his ex 'cause he hit me with the text like

Yurrr
We get money like the first, uh
I'm on Fifth Ave with the fur
Steady sippin' 'til I'm slurred, mm, sippin' 'til I'm slurred

Yurrr
We get money like the first
I'm on Fifth Ave with the fur, and I'm sippin' 'til I'm slurred
From the city to the burbs, if you with me
You say, "Yurrr, yurrr (oh my God), yurrr, yurrr-yurrr"



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Writer(s): Kevin Anyaeji, Neha Parmar
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