[Intro]
It’s your boy RealYungPhil and you rockin with KursedKane, lil’ bitch
Oh my God, Kobe!
[Chorus]
No I won’t tell nobody
No I won’t tell nobody
No I won’t tell nobody
You bring yo’ stick in the party
I bring my stick in the party
I don’t want your hoe, she a thottie
And I just do percs not the oxy
And I’m gettin’ money, the opps see
I smoke this blunt, let the opps see
So bad I can’t wait till she top me
Ice Cream on me, took her top off
Yeah, I’m yelling “output” like it’s Top Golf
I call ‘em out like I’m top dawg
It’s crazy ‘cause after I fuck, she tryna be friends
I did wanna fuck her with something within
[Verse]
What?
After I fuck man, I come back again
This bitch want’ me show her, I don’t got еxperience
I’m seeing things just likе lookin’ at spirits
You don’t even fly first class you’ in Spirit
I want the mansion, lil man I won’t hear it
Nah, I guarantee it put you back in your spirit
Whole lotta come around, and split it
Don’t even remember gettin’ baby digits
You can see it in my eyes, I don’t feel it
I look at my homeboy, tell him “bail it”
At home with the sack, I be dealin’
White boy swag you can call me Dylan
Take a look at my bag, nigga, I be fillin’
Double C’ on my bitch, she not in it
My gang at the top, yeah we winnin’
It’s your boy RealYungPhil and you rockin with KursedKane, lil’ bitch
Oh my God, Kobe!
[Chorus]
No I won’t tell nobody
No I won’t tell nobody
No I won’t tell nobody
You bring yo’ stick in the party
I bring my stick in the party
I don’t want your hoe, she a thottie
And I just do percs not the oxy
And I’m gettin’ money, the opps see
I smoke this blunt, let the opps see
So bad I can’t wait till she top me
Ice Cream on me, took her top off
Yeah, I’m yelling “output” like it’s Top Golf
I call ‘em out like I’m top dawg
It’s crazy ‘cause after I fuck, she tryna be friends
I did wanna fuck her with something within
[Verse]
What?
After I fuck man, I come back again
This bitch want’ me show her, I don’t got еxperience
I’m seeing things just likе lookin’ at spirits
You don’t even fly first class you’ in Spirit
I want the mansion, lil man I won’t hear it
Nah, I guarantee it put you back in your spirit
Whole lotta come around, and split it
Don’t even remember gettin’ baby digits
You can see it in my eyes, I don’t feel it
I look at my homeboy, tell him “bail it”
At home with the sack, I be dealin’
White boy swag you can call me Dylan
Take a look at my bag, nigga, I be fillin’
Double C’ on my bitch, she not in it
My gang at the top, yeah we winnin’
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