BUMS Ayesha Erotica

[Verse]
Pills in my pocket, finna go to work
His shawl rag, chillin' like I'm Lil' Durk
Then I hit Atlanta with my best friend
Back to L.A. when the summer end
Fuck yo set, I'm going in
"Shawty, sip lean?" It's my only friend
You niggas don't know nothing 'bout a Louis case
"Don't cause a scene", oh, I'm finna catch a case
Bye bitch, you ain't got no guap, bitch
Turnin' chicks up on me, like you really need to stop, bitch
I'm on top, bitch, teach you how to rob, bitch
Tip slide off, so you know it's finna pop, b—
Lady murder team, Campanella Park
I'm a hoodrat, stealin' thugs' hearts
Traphouse sex on a volcain
My money grow, real gain

[Pre-Chorus]
I'm from Bompton, Cali, where it's always summer
I can chip-split drugs for a new Hummer
You bitches need to sit down, take a number
You ain't got none? You bitches bum

[Chorus]
You ain't got nonе? You bitches bum
You ain't got none? You bitches bum
You ain't got nonе? You bitches bum
You ain't got none? You bitches bum