YO
Yo, Yo, Yo, Yo (Huh)
Yo, Yo, Yo, Yo (Hey)
Yo, Yo, Yo, Yo (What, what)
Ask what's new?
Like you know that I've been in the stu'
Foot in the cooking
I don't like ugly, never dependent
Come good looking
Ask for her man
And I say "I don't know" but my bredrin took him
Bookings, bookings me I get bookings
Booked and busy, no more Yo!
No more Lizzy
Slapping on Cash Cobain get slizzy
Fam' are you dizzy?
Don't try diss me, 'fore I start countin'
One Mississippi, two Mississippi
And when I get to three I bet you that it gets dark
I bet you that it gets sh*tty
What cause I'm pretty?
Don't get it twisted, don't try diss this
One likkle fish this
Tick off the hit list, like one wish list (Bap)
And if it's a issue they all fall down like a tissue
I'll fix that quickly, tell me you're with me?
These b*tches my daughters they come like my pickni
I've never been a pick me, never been a pick me, never been a pick me
I'm up writing and it's three two oh (3:20) like sixty
My hair got bangs (bap, bap, bap, bap)
And my sis came with a pixie (pixie, pixie)
Remember my school days, rock in the hallways
Skipping detention and I still bring smoke like Bensons
BBL b*tches die for attention
Ask what's new?
Like you know that I've been in the stu'
Foot in the cooking
I don't like ugly, never dependent
Come good looking
Ask for her man
And I say "I don't know" but my bredrin took him
Bookings, bookings me I get bookings
Booked and busy, no more Yo!
No tit for tat ting
They know the drill like I'm bringing it back in
And when I stop counting
It's gonna sound like I'm clapping
Onomatopoeia bap bappin'
Mbappe, I'm with the strikers not with the typers
They're not on snapping
Quick get it cracking, quick get it (Yo, Yo, Yo)
I rock the bang and it's banging
Them b*tches beg and ain't hanging (nah)
N*gga say the wrong word and we hang him
Don't let me go for the stick man, stick man
This ain't no theory put it in practice when you hear big bang (boi)
Your n*gga just said he's a big fan (huh)
And I'm like "rah" like "sh*t damn" (rah)
My balance steady ying yang (yeah)
I'm like a force can't withstand
Wrap the lace round like a wristband
Get this sh*t frying like oil to a big pan, big pan, big pan
They know it's peak bring heat when this hit land
Outta luck b*tches stuck like quick sand (quick sand)
Ask what's new?
Like you know that I've been in the stu'
Foot in the cooking
I don't like ugly, never dependent
Come good looking
Ask for her man
And I say "I don't know" but my bredrin took him
Bookings, bookings me I get bookings
Booked and busy, no more Yo!
Yo, Yo, Yo, Yo (Hey)
Yo, Yo, Yo, Yo (What, what)
Ask what's new?
Like you know that I've been in the stu'
Foot in the cooking
I don't like ugly, never dependent
Come good looking
Ask for her man
And I say "I don't know" but my bredrin took him
Bookings, bookings me I get bookings
Booked and busy, no more Yo!
No more Lizzy
Slapping on Cash Cobain get slizzy
Fam' are you dizzy?
Don't try diss me, 'fore I start countin'
One Mississippi, two Mississippi
And when I get to three I bet you that it gets dark
I bet you that it gets sh*tty
What cause I'm pretty?
Don't get it twisted, don't try diss this
One likkle fish this
Tick off the hit list, like one wish list (Bap)
And if it's a issue they all fall down like a tissue
I'll fix that quickly, tell me you're with me?
These b*tches my daughters they come like my pickni
I've never been a pick me, never been a pick me, never been a pick me
I'm up writing and it's three two oh (3:20) like sixty
My hair got bangs (bap, bap, bap, bap)
And my sis came with a pixie (pixie, pixie)
Remember my school days, rock in the hallways
Skipping detention and I still bring smoke like Bensons
BBL b*tches die for attention
Ask what's new?
Like you know that I've been in the stu'
Foot in the cooking
I don't like ugly, never dependent
Come good looking
Ask for her man
And I say "I don't know" but my bredrin took him
Bookings, bookings me I get bookings
Booked and busy, no more Yo!
No tit for tat ting
They know the drill like I'm bringing it back in
And when I stop counting
It's gonna sound like I'm clapping
Onomatopoeia bap bappin'
Mbappe, I'm with the strikers not with the typers
They're not on snapping
Quick get it cracking, quick get it (Yo, Yo, Yo)
I rock the bang and it's banging
Them b*tches beg and ain't hanging (nah)
N*gga say the wrong word and we hang him
Don't let me go for the stick man, stick man
This ain't no theory put it in practice when you hear big bang (boi)
Your n*gga just said he's a big fan (huh)
And I'm like "rah" like "sh*t damn" (rah)
My balance steady ying yang (yeah)
I'm like a force can't withstand
Wrap the lace round like a wristband
Get this sh*t frying like oil to a big pan, big pan, big pan
They know it's peak bring heat when this hit land
Outta luck b*tches stuck like quick sand (quick sand)
Ask what's new?
Like you know that I've been in the stu'
Foot in the cooking
I don't like ugly, never dependent
Come good looking
Ask for her man
And I say "I don't know" but my bredrin took him
Bookings, bookings me I get bookings
Booked and busy, no more Yo!
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