NAT jaydes

[Intro]
Mm, hol on, yeah
(Man what the fuck goin' on, Maajins?)

[Chorus]
Yeah, pussy ass nigga tryn' hide his hoe
Draco on me and it came wit a scope
I won't go out like no hoe
Some of these rap niggas just some jokes
Spent 20 bands and I said I need more
Why a nigga worried bout what I got on
Pass her to me, ya bitch is a whore
Tryna sip wit me, I just poured a four
Me and her barely made it to the door
Freaky lil' hoe was tryn' fuck on the floor
She think her children gon' be on Forbes
NAT, NAT, NAT

[Verse]
She think her children gon be on Forbes
NAT, bitch
I be off thе pack, yuh
Then I send it through
Nigga, who the fuck arе you?
Who the fuck are you?
You thought I would care but
You they new dickrider
Who the fuck is you?
Aye, who the fuck is you?
Aye, who the fuck is you?
Get that Mac, bitch I'm too hip
I'm finna cop me a new whip
Take dat lil hoe on a cruise ship
Told ya lil hoe I'm on spacetime
Don't got no time for no FaceTime
Lil nigga tryna diss my set
Them bullets finna eat yo face, slime
Balenciaga on my waistline
You not real, yeah you fake, slime
You not real, yeah you fake, slime
You not real, yeah you fake, slime