​signals 916frosty

[Intro]
Vex Beatz
Oh, oh
Yeah, let's go

[Pre-Chorus]
These days, everybody wanna be a rock star
I'm a fuckin' rock star
I'm a fuckin' rock star
Yeah, look

[Chorus]
Lil' mama, would you come into my life
I can dap you up with all these diamonds, they so bright
Everywhere I look there's no one like you in my sight
You don't gotta be so shy (Vex Beatz), baby, I don't bite
Lil' mama, would you come into my life
I would never treat you wrong, only treat you right
They don't wanna see us winning, they just wanna fight
And you giving me these signals like we at a traffic light

[Verse 1]
Bands, on bands, on bands, on bands
She's clapping but without her hands
She's popping all these fucking xans
I'm shopping on designer brands
Got a bottle on my hands
Haters [?] my demands
Spending all the hunnid bands
Peasants will not understand
Rollin' out the drop top
This bitch got a crop top
All these haters [?], they shopping at the Hot Top
Stole your bitch away from you, and she gave me some hot top
Alligator green loud (Vex Beatz), call that shit some crock pot
916 to the lit
Couple hunnid off a brick
Choppa's up, I got a stick
I say cheese but not for pics
Makin' money, makin' rhymes
Your bitch ugly, my bitch fine
Your bitch crazy, my bitch chill
My bitch wanna pop some pills