[Skit]
But let it be one of them niggas though
You been textin' them all-day
FaceTimin' they ass all fucking day
But you can't never text me the fuck back
Over there wanna be dancing and shit
Thinkin' you a motherfuckin' backyardigan
But you act like you don't see me blowin' up that fuckin' phone every the fuck day
And if yo' ass wasn't all the way, fuckin', eighteen hours away
I'd come over there and slap the fuck out of you, really
'Cause everytime I see a motherfuckin' video, you got that motherfuckin' phone in yo' motherfuckin' hand
Now, if I beat that ho down your throat, I'd bе wrong

[Intro]
(Alright, Brando)
Turn that light on, XO
(Say Brando what it's hittin' for?)
Baow, ah, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, what, what?

[Chorus]
I got these bitches plan on sеxin' me
I'm in a cocaine-white tee and I make millions in my sleep
Oh, bless the boy who plan on stretchin' me
Inside the car we leave 'em sleep
I show the bitch I be YB (There go Kentrell)
In another Rolls, fresh from head to toe (There go Kentrell)
Jiggin' bad, hold on, get it shawty
Woah now, lil' mama, bounce that ass
Hold on, bow, bow
You know I'm gon' show 'em how to act
I could barely do my dance, my pockets full of cash
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