[Intro: G Perico]
Beat Boy taught me
Driveway full of phat shit
They ask me how I do it, magic
I'm on the way, but it's traffic
When we pull up—
[Verse 1: G Perico]
If you a bad bitch and you know it, clap your hands
Real niggas, two-step, do your dance
We gon' turn up this city with this Clicc shit
And we gon' crash every party this summer like a hit stick
She wonder why I'm busy all the time, I got business
And you motherfuckin' right I got bitches
Plus I gotta put on this show
I gotta run this bag up, I gotta bring home my locs
It's summertime, girls just wanna have fun
Gotta wait 'til it get cold if you wanna have my son
It's summertime, girls just wanna have fun
Two girls in my bed, fuck a one on one
We gon' go on a date, Steak 48
Take a pic for the 'Gram, but don't post 'til I shake
Got a big can of mace if I ain't got a K
In the streets I got more beef than Kendrick and Drake
[Chorus: G Perico]
Driveway full of phat shit
They ask me how I do it, magic
I'm on the way, but it's traffic
When we pull up, we gon' blow through the bag quick
Ayy, lil' mama, ayy, lil' mama, ayy
Shake your ass, just don't move your waist
Ayy, lil' mama, ayy, lil' mama, ayy
Shake your ass, just don't move your waist
Beat Boy taught me
Driveway full of phat shit
They ask me how I do it, magic
I'm on the way, but it's traffic
When we pull up—
[Verse 1: G Perico]
If you a bad bitch and you know it, clap your hands
Real niggas, two-step, do your dance
We gon' turn up this city with this Clicc shit
And we gon' crash every party this summer like a hit stick
She wonder why I'm busy all the time, I got business
And you motherfuckin' right I got bitches
Plus I gotta put on this show
I gotta run this bag up, I gotta bring home my locs
It's summertime, girls just wanna have fun
Gotta wait 'til it get cold if you wanna have my son
It's summertime, girls just wanna have fun
Two girls in my bed, fuck a one on one
We gon' go on a date, Steak 48
Take a pic for the 'Gram, but don't post 'til I shake
Got a big can of mace if I ain't got a K
In the streets I got more beef than Kendrick and Drake
[Chorus: G Perico]
Driveway full of phat shit
They ask me how I do it, magic
I'm on the way, but it's traffic
When we pull up, we gon' blow through the bag quick
Ayy, lil' mama, ayy, lil' mama, ayy
Shake your ass, just don't move your waist
Ayy, lil' mama, ayy, lil' mama, ayy
Shake your ass, just don't move your waist
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