[Intro: Yung Bans]
Yeah, hold up, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Ayy, ayy
(M-M-Marvy Ayy)
[Chorus: Lil Tracy]
Okay, she suck on my dick like she wanna get married (She wanna get married, woo)
But I'm not fucking that bitch, we like Joseph and Mary (Joseph and Mary)
Too many racks, this shit getting scary (Shit getting scary), hold on
I do not rap, so please don't compare me
To these niggas that want clout more than they want the bag
I'm finna move out of my house into another pad (To another pad)
These niggas still sleepin' on couches, what the fuck is that? (What the fuck is that?)
Feel like Future, walkin' 'round in Gucci bucket hats
[Verse 1: Lil Tracy]
I woke up this morning, I look in the mirror, I'm glad to be me (I'm glad to be me)
Then I run up my racks for the whole fuckin' day, then I go back to sleep (I go back to sleep)
Bro, you just like your diamonds, you fake as a bitch, boy, you need to decease (Yeah, you need to decease)
Yes, I'm fly as a pilot, my diamonds legit and they wet like a sea
(Let's go, let's go, okay)
I'm with Bans in this bitch, we got freaky hoes (We got freaky hoes)
I like when the pussy be tight like a Cheerio (Like a Cheerio, woo)
I like rocking expensive materials (Materials)
She put the drugs on her tongue, I'm like, "Here we go" (Here we go)
I know they mad that I'm happy
I was fucking your bitch, you was playing a game
I can see how that made you unhappy
No kids, but she calling me daddy
Why you keep talkin' down about me? I'ma put your ass right in a Caddy (Grrt, baow), uh (Ayy)
Yeah, hold up, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Ayy, ayy
(M-M-Marvy Ayy)
[Chorus: Lil Tracy]
Okay, she suck on my dick like she wanna get married (She wanna get married, woo)
But I'm not fucking that bitch, we like Joseph and Mary (Joseph and Mary)
Too many racks, this shit getting scary (Shit getting scary), hold on
I do not rap, so please don't compare me
To these niggas that want clout more than they want the bag
I'm finna move out of my house into another pad (To another pad)
These niggas still sleepin' on couches, what the fuck is that? (What the fuck is that?)
Feel like Future, walkin' 'round in Gucci bucket hats
[Verse 1: Lil Tracy]
I woke up this morning, I look in the mirror, I'm glad to be me (I'm glad to be me)
Then I run up my racks for the whole fuckin' day, then I go back to sleep (I go back to sleep)
Bro, you just like your diamonds, you fake as a bitch, boy, you need to decease (Yeah, you need to decease)
Yes, I'm fly as a pilot, my diamonds legit and they wet like a sea
(Let's go, let's go, okay)
I'm with Bans in this bitch, we got freaky hoes (We got freaky hoes)
I like when the pussy be tight like a Cheerio (Like a Cheerio, woo)
I like rocking expensive materials (Materials)
She put the drugs on her tongue, I'm like, "Here we go" (Here we go)
I know they mad that I'm happy
I was fucking your bitch, you was playing a game
I can see how that made you unhappy
No kids, but she calling me daddy
Why you keep talkin' down about me? I'ma put your ass right in a Caddy (Grrt, baow), uh (Ayy)
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