[Intro: YN Jay]
(Maricoop)
I mean like what we doin', you know what I'm sayin'?
I mean you, like, you know how I'm tryna play
You know what I'm sayin'?
[Verse: YN Jay]
What you doin' baby? (Damn!)
Bitch you know I'm tryna fuck where you at?
Bitch got a big stomach, is you pregnant or are you fat?
I just took a nigga bitch in the club is you mad?
I just brought some diamond [?] from way back it was ack
Old school with the [?] on it's a lack
Fuck a hunnid, bitch, I bend a thousand like a rack
I just waste a [?] on my all-white shoe laces
Ion know these people that I'm seeing, I see new faces
I just bought a crib from Landmaker, got a new basement
Bitch that ain't no motherfucking drink, can't you taste it?
In the club getting drunk as hell, I bet you wasted
Smoke a nigga like GTA, bitch you wasted
Nasty bitch fire up a wood I let you face it
Told a bad bitch with clothes on "I see u nakеd"
Bitch don't call my one hotline, call my other phonе
Beat a bitch at her parents crib that's her mother home
Beat a in her living room, is yo mother home?
And I bet yo mama prolly... (Yeah)
And I bet yo mama let me fuck
And I bet yo mama let me fuck like yo mama [?]
Play the game in yo mama crib at yo brother room
Beat a nigga ass in the crib that yo brother loose
I can't never love you nasty hoes that's my mother room (Damn!)
Oh you talkin' bout like, like yo momma told you that?
I know a got the whole block slappin, momma showed him that
Know a nigga really in the streets since momma sold him that
Know a nigga got shot, didn't go to the hospitals momma [?] him that
New gun look like briefcase I can't fold the strap
Like my seatbelt ain't click let me hold the strap
You the type of nigga smoke it all and never sold the sack
And the cops took my daddy car he never sold the lack
If I ever took somebody's shit, I'd prolly sold back
Tryna see my niggas get ahead got me holdin' back
But I'm good cause if my niggas on, then we on the map
I can lift yo car off the ground like it's on the jack
Nigga you ain't got yo own bag you be holdin's stacks
Nigga you don't really slide down you be rolling back
Bro knocked down 3 pants like a bowling match
Why you wearing other niggas shit, is that a clothing brand?
We at church praying on you [?] so we holdin' hands
I got paper cuts on my fingers, just some holding bands
[?] rock on the East side that's my oldest friend
Make man-man take yo shit that's my boldest friend
Beat a nigga ass at the club get to throwing hands
I make it rain in this bitch get to throwing bands
(Maricoop)
I mean like what we doin', you know what I'm sayin'?
I mean you, like, you know how I'm tryna play
You know what I'm sayin'?
[Verse: YN Jay]
What you doin' baby? (Damn!)
Bitch you know I'm tryna fuck where you at?
Bitch got a big stomach, is you pregnant or are you fat?
I just took a nigga bitch in the club is you mad?
I just brought some diamond [?] from way back it was ack
Old school with the [?] on it's a lack
Fuck a hunnid, bitch, I bend a thousand like a rack
I just waste a [?] on my all-white shoe laces
Ion know these people that I'm seeing, I see new faces
I just bought a crib from Landmaker, got a new basement
Bitch that ain't no motherfucking drink, can't you taste it?
In the club getting drunk as hell, I bet you wasted
Smoke a nigga like GTA, bitch you wasted
Nasty bitch fire up a wood I let you face it
Told a bad bitch with clothes on "I see u nakеd"
Bitch don't call my one hotline, call my other phonе
Beat a bitch at her parents crib that's her mother home
Beat a in her living room, is yo mother home?
And I bet yo mama prolly... (Yeah)
And I bet yo mama let me fuck
And I bet yo mama let me fuck like yo mama [?]
Play the game in yo mama crib at yo brother room
Beat a nigga ass in the crib that yo brother loose
I can't never love you nasty hoes that's my mother room (Damn!)
Oh you talkin' bout like, like yo momma told you that?
I know a got the whole block slappin, momma showed him that
Know a nigga really in the streets since momma sold him that
Know a nigga got shot, didn't go to the hospitals momma [?] him that
New gun look like briefcase I can't fold the strap
Like my seatbelt ain't click let me hold the strap
You the type of nigga smoke it all and never sold the sack
And the cops took my daddy car he never sold the lack
If I ever took somebody's shit, I'd prolly sold back
Tryna see my niggas get ahead got me holdin' back
But I'm good cause if my niggas on, then we on the map
I can lift yo car off the ground like it's on the jack
Nigga you ain't got yo own bag you be holdin's stacks
Nigga you don't really slide down you be rolling back
Bro knocked down 3 pants like a bowling match
Why you wearing other niggas shit, is that a clothing brand?
We at church praying on you [?] so we holdin' hands
I got paper cuts on my fingers, just some holding bands
[?] rock on the East side that's my oldest friend
Make man-man take yo shit that's my boldest friend
Beat a nigga ass at the club get to throwing hands
I make it rain in this bitch get to throwing bands
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