[Chorus: Fimiguerrero]
Ehh hehn
I told her farabale, just chill (Just chill)
I got lit and I didn’t sign a deal
I take that hoe in a YSL stilts
She like coffee, dark no milk
She want a night with me for the thrill (Gang)
Bare calling me bro back then in the friendzone
Now she want that friendship killed (Blatt, blatt, blatt)
(Listen)
Ay, yo
I was broke 'til I had enough of being broke
Never had enough P’s in my squid so I ran it up
Dem times I was tryna pattern up, but I didn’t pattern up, now she wanna fuck, girl pattern up
I feel like Tony Montana (Grrah)
Ain’t got no manners
And my bank got stammer
I’m in the cut with a badders (Cool)
She’s tryna set up the camеra

[Verse 1: Fimiguerrero]
Yeah I got scandalous bitches (Ehh hehn)
Yеah, she ain’t never loved her man like that
For me she’ll be my lil mistress (Ooh)
My vixen, video, vixen (Uh)
She tricking off niggas
All day, giving off fiction (Why you telling lies?)
We got tings just like drums and it's long as fuck, and it shoot with a piston (Blatt)
I only talk to these niggas from an arm-length distance, I ain't their friend for your instance
I was like sixteen tryna get the money instant, now she wanna fuck me instant
Instantly, invoice for the instant p’s (I see them p’s)
Where the niggas that talk bout me
Just ain’t got money and make no P (Blatt, blatt, blatt)
And ain’t got weed (Ehh hehn)
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