[Verse 1: Lil Yachty]
Bitch, buggin' and boomin'
Bought a new coupe, paint it silver
Okay suing 'em
Nigga [?] see me at the top, okay I see ya
Gang posted up at the bodega, I feel like BIA (Mmh)
Fucking a Spanish lil bitch, she look like Cameron Diaz
Hitting that shit from the back, can't believe it ain't butter
Feels so good, bought a Birkin for her and her mother
Keepin' it cordial, (Uh)
Niggas could really get popped
Heard he was flying on private
How the hell it got stops?
In a restricted location, I'm still totin' the knots
Doggy be growing his dreads, looking like Static Shock
Fuck it, I'm still in love with the beans
Bitch treat codeine like protеin, shake it well
All my older bitchеs black, so they aging well
Said "the purse is rare", look like he made 'em himself (Hahaha)
[Verse 2: Draft Day]
Any niggas that be fakin', it ain't hard to tell
Cross that line, throw it quick, he gon catch a shell (Phew)
Really some rich niggas, we bout that paper trail
Only 0's that I'm seeing, we ain't eye to eye (On god)
And that engine in the back when I ride by (Yeah)
Spin the block once or twice, but it ain't no drive-by
And yo bitch know as well, we some nice guys
Said she want to spend time, but this shit ain't free
None of that back and forth, she went on her knees
I can do whatever I want, she said "pretty please"
Huh, yeah, now they lovin' me
Where was all this back then, when you ain't fuck with me?
Bitch, buggin' and boomin'
Bought a new coupe, paint it silver
Okay suing 'em
Nigga [?] see me at the top, okay I see ya
Gang posted up at the bodega, I feel like BIA (Mmh)
Fucking a Spanish lil bitch, she look like Cameron Diaz
Hitting that shit from the back, can't believe it ain't butter
Feels so good, bought a Birkin for her and her mother
Keepin' it cordial, (Uh)
Niggas could really get popped
Heard he was flying on private
How the hell it got stops?
In a restricted location, I'm still totin' the knots
Doggy be growing his dreads, looking like Static Shock
Fuck it, I'm still in love with the beans
Bitch treat codeine like protеin, shake it well
All my older bitchеs black, so they aging well
Said "the purse is rare", look like he made 'em himself (Hahaha)
[Verse 2: Draft Day]
Any niggas that be fakin', it ain't hard to tell
Cross that line, throw it quick, he gon catch a shell (Phew)
Really some rich niggas, we bout that paper trail
Only 0's that I'm seeing, we ain't eye to eye (On god)
And that engine in the back when I ride by (Yeah)
Spin the block once or twice, but it ain't no drive-by
And yo bitch know as well, we some nice guys
Said she want to spend time, but this shit ain't free
None of that back and forth, she went on her knees
I can do whatever I want, she said "pretty please"
Huh, yeah, now they lovin' me
Where was all this back then, when you ain't fuck with me?
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