[Intro]
Young Chop on the beat
Ayy Chop, I met that bitch at five, fucked that bitch at nine
Chopsquad
Damn, damn, damn, damn
Met that bitch at five, fucked that bitch at nine
[Chorus]
Shawty can't stand that she my side bitch (My side)
She mad 'cause she can't ride with me (She can't ride with me)
I met that bitch at five (Five), I fucked that bitch at nine (At nine)
I want some top, she was talkin' 'bout a sixty-nine (A sixty-nine)
I got a hundred girls, fuck sixty-nine (Sixty-nine)
Just top me like the model that you is, my love (My love)
You ain't got no drugs, you can smoke my drugs
My Audi, bitch, yeah, it's still mounted up (Ayy)
[Verse 1]
I done had more chains than Tity Boi (Tity Boi)
I bet the world will not forget me, boy (Forget me, boy)
Remember dreaming this shit now I live it, boy (Now I live it, boy)
It's all about the Glo, no kidding, boy (No kidding, boy)
I'm frozed up and you know I'm Glo'd up (I'm Glo'd up)
I was in the penitentiary eating cold cuts (Eating cold cuts)
Now I hop out and I swipe your hoes up (Swipe your hoes up)
I'm antisocial, I don't look towards them (Towards them)
I got some bitches in New York and Florida (Florida)
Need some peaches up out of Georgia (Georgia)
Glo' the way I bang, don't fucking ignore them (Don't ignore them)
When we pull up, we ignorant (We ignorant)
Young Chop on the beat
Ayy Chop, I met that bitch at five, fucked that bitch at nine
Chopsquad
Damn, damn, damn, damn
Met that bitch at five, fucked that bitch at nine
[Chorus]
Shawty can't stand that she my side bitch (My side)
She mad 'cause she can't ride with me (She can't ride with me)
I met that bitch at five (Five), I fucked that bitch at nine (At nine)
I want some top, she was talkin' 'bout a sixty-nine (A sixty-nine)
I got a hundred girls, fuck sixty-nine (Sixty-nine)
Just top me like the model that you is, my love (My love)
You ain't got no drugs, you can smoke my drugs
My Audi, bitch, yeah, it's still mounted up (Ayy)
[Verse 1]
I done had more chains than Tity Boi (Tity Boi)
I bet the world will not forget me, boy (Forget me, boy)
Remember dreaming this shit now I live it, boy (Now I live it, boy)
It's all about the Glo, no kidding, boy (No kidding, boy)
I'm frozed up and you know I'm Glo'd up (I'm Glo'd up)
I was in the penitentiary eating cold cuts (Eating cold cuts)
Now I hop out and I swipe your hoes up (Swipe your hoes up)
I'm antisocial, I don't look towards them (Towards them)
I got some bitches in New York and Florida (Florida)
Need some peaches up out of Georgia (Georgia)
Glo' the way I bang, don't fucking ignore them (Don't ignore them)
When we pull up, we ignorant (We ignorant)
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