Bougie Hoes YFG FATSO

[Intro]
Yeah, come on (DJ Bandz, oh, man)
Yeah, come on, Reapers only, yeah (Cicero)
You know how the fuck we comin', come on, yeah
They know what we doin', spaz out
They dumbass, come on, yeah, ayy
Ayy, look, I been this shit for a, for a lil' second, you know
I done took niggas' spots in this shit, yeah
It ain't really shit battlin' no competition, it's only me this race for real, come on

[Chorus]
Bougie bitch wan' have Chanel and I'm gon' buy it for her (Come on, come on)
Check my schedule, scratch that shit off, I got time for her
You fuck with the rich 'cause they ain't gon' treat you how I treat you, bae (They ain't gon' do it)
All them niggas bitches, they in your past, we ain't got time for 'em (Bae, leave your phone)

[Verse]
Brand new AP on my wrist, I shine for it (I shine)
Oh, wait, brand new AP on my wrist, I grind for it (I grind)
I put work in for this shit, no sleep, bitch, I spent time for it (I ain't get no sleep)
Okay, you talkin' 'bout all these bands, bitch, I— come on (Come on, come on)
You talkin' 'bout these bands, bitch, you gon' work for this (Come on, come on)
Huh, huh, you talkin' 'bout all these hundreds, ho, you gon' twerk for this (Just throw that ass)
Call the tailor, cut that shit off, bae, fix up your skirt for this
This lil' ho way too thick, I need a Perc' for this (I need a Perc' to fuck)
We cut up niggas quick, we on some surgeon shit
Bulletproof the black truck, GTA style, this an Insurgent whip (Frr, frr)
Hand in hand, they higher when they walk in, that's how my sirs'll get (That's how my man)
Burned my mans, bet I won't fuck her again, she made me learn some shit (Made me learn)
Bands, bands, bands, bands on bands, okay, I done burned that shit (Burned it all)
You want me drivin' the V, you could leave it on me, but just know I'ma swerve this bitch (Just know I'ma swerve)
We finna jump out on three, hit his ass with the glee, but just make sure you burn that bitch (Just make sure you kill him)
Ayy, there go the jakes, Dee tellin' me keep it pushin' while on some nervous shit
Guns on guns, I'm twistin', this Drac' got a hum, we ready to purge some shit (We ready to purge)
Crib fucked up and he was tryna feed his moms, he waitin' on the third to hit (We waitin' on the third)
Fifteen plus and the young nigga get him a hat, so he out tryna murder some shit (He out tryna kill on feet)
The opps done lost they love, lil' bro creep up, he ain't on no burglar shit
Fah, fah, fah, fah, fah, that's what your words'll get (Come on, come on)
Fah, fah, fah, fah, fah, that's how we murder the bitch (Come on, come on)
Ayy, sirens comin', grab the Drac', Lil Dee, I'm finna turn this bitch
I been had rank, they can't take that from me, bitch, you gotta learn this shit (You gotta learn)
Fah, fah, fah, fah, fah, that's what your words'll get (Come on, come on)
Fah, fah, fah, fah, fah, that's how we murder the bitch (Come on, come on)
Ayy, sirens comin', grab the Drac', Lil Dee, I'm finna turn this bitch (Ayy, grab that Drac')
I been had rank, they can't take that from me, bitch, you gotta learn this shit (You gotta learn)