[Hook: Sadtrojan]
Ayy, yeah, I heard he a bitch, we gon' wet 'em up
Got my hand on her throat, bitch, she wettin' up
If he talk on my name we gon' set 'em up
Yeah, she wanted to slide, told her back that up
She gon' let me hit, told her, "Batter up"
Stackin' all my money, need a ladder up, mm
Need a calculator, you ain't addin' up
Only with the talkin', he gon' chatter up, mm, ayy
[Verse 1: Sadtrojan]
Yeah, I got the drip on my body, huh
I like the way that she ride it, uh
I got a tool like O'Reilly, huh
My belt worth a lot like karate, huh
He can get caught in thе lobby
I got a strap in the whip riding shotty
Beat it up, beat it, shе walk like a zombie
I do this shit for the bread, not a hobby
Yo' bitch on my page, double tap that, mm
She gon' show the booty on my Snapchat
Put the chopper to his head, I bet he won't clap back
If he talk down, on his head like a snapback
I'm in the whip and that shit painted matte black
Only want me for the D, told her, "Get back"
I'm cookin' fire, I might need a chef hat
My wrist on water, I'm feelin' like Flapjack
I got the Forgi's, I'm swervin'
Look at her, she picture perfect
She hit me up but you know that I'm curvin'
She like my pics, I looked better in person
Got in my bag, I'm not talkin' no Birkin
She let me sign her body up in cursive
She 'bout to cheat on him, she think I'm worth it
Heard he a clown, we send him to the circus
Ayy, yeah, I heard he a bitch, we gon' wet 'em up
Got my hand on her throat, bitch, she wettin' up
If he talk on my name we gon' set 'em up
Yeah, she wanted to slide, told her back that up
She gon' let me hit, told her, "Batter up"
Stackin' all my money, need a ladder up, mm
Need a calculator, you ain't addin' up
Only with the talkin', he gon' chatter up, mm, ayy
[Verse 1: Sadtrojan]
Yeah, I got the drip on my body, huh
I like the way that she ride it, uh
I got a tool like O'Reilly, huh
My belt worth a lot like karate, huh
He can get caught in thе lobby
I got a strap in the whip riding shotty
Beat it up, beat it, shе walk like a zombie
I do this shit for the bread, not a hobby
Yo' bitch on my page, double tap that, mm
She gon' show the booty on my Snapchat
Put the chopper to his head, I bet he won't clap back
If he talk down, on his head like a snapback
I'm in the whip and that shit painted matte black
Only want me for the D, told her, "Get back"
I'm cookin' fire, I might need a chef hat
My wrist on water, I'm feelin' like Flapjack
I got the Forgi's, I'm swervin'
Look at her, she picture perfect
She hit me up but you know that I'm curvin'
She like my pics, I looked better in person
Got in my bag, I'm not talkin' no Birkin
She let me sign her body up in cursive
She 'bout to cheat on him, she think I'm worth it
Heard he a clown, we send him to the circus
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