[Intro]
Aye, huh, yuh, yuh
Yeah, uh, uh, uh
[Chorus]
They think I’m crazy or something
Hop into the bitch like DaBaby or something, huh
I put that cake in the oven
Your bitch, she be flexing like Kratos or something, huh
When did you make all that money?
They basically saying they paying for nothing
I’m basically saying they basic and bluffin’
Yo bitch is gon’ act like they faithful or something, huh
I got bands, I got fuckin’ bandits
Keep that stick up on my bitch, semi automatic
Forgiatos on the whip, in and outta traffic
Make ‘em sit down like a bitch, I be workin’ magic
[Verse 1]
(Huh?) Uh, uh, look
Imma need forty up in the mag please, fancy
Bitches be talkin’ out of they asscheeks, that’s weak
I was fuckin’ up on all you bad B’s last week
Pussy talkin’ like he gonna blast me, gladly
If they got some shits, I lеt ‘em know who they talkin’ to
Got wings all on the back and I think I’m fly likе a cockatoo
Give money to the people, I buy my baby some Prada boots
He think he got the sauce, well I’m sayin’ I got a lotta juice
Well, margaritas, I think I need one
I been head honcho; I’m a leader, I give him free bucks
I might just go and get my cheese up, be battering up
That lil’ bitch up like she a skeezer, that bitch a eater, uh, uh
On my mama baby, whatchu know?
Got all these bitches talkin’ proper baby, drop it low
I put the barrel of the choppa up that pussy nose
I make ‘em fall ‘cause I’m a top, they fall like dominos (Yuh, yuh), yuh, yuh
Aye, huh, yuh, yuh
Yeah, uh, uh, uh
[Chorus]
They think I’m crazy or something
Hop into the bitch like DaBaby or something, huh
I put that cake in the oven
Your bitch, she be flexing like Kratos or something, huh
When did you make all that money?
They basically saying they paying for nothing
I’m basically saying they basic and bluffin’
Yo bitch is gon’ act like they faithful or something, huh
I got bands, I got fuckin’ bandits
Keep that stick up on my bitch, semi automatic
Forgiatos on the whip, in and outta traffic
Make ‘em sit down like a bitch, I be workin’ magic
[Verse 1]
(Huh?) Uh, uh, look
Imma need forty up in the mag please, fancy
Bitches be talkin’ out of they asscheeks, that’s weak
I was fuckin’ up on all you bad B’s last week
Pussy talkin’ like he gonna blast me, gladly
If they got some shits, I lеt ‘em know who they talkin’ to
Got wings all on the back and I think I’m fly likе a cockatoo
Give money to the people, I buy my baby some Prada boots
He think he got the sauce, well I’m sayin’ I got a lotta juice
Well, margaritas, I think I need one
I been head honcho; I’m a leader, I give him free bucks
I might just go and get my cheese up, be battering up
That lil’ bitch up like she a skeezer, that bitch a eater, uh, uh
On my mama baby, whatchu know?
Got all these bitches talkin’ proper baby, drop it low
I put the barrel of the choppa up that pussy nose
I make ‘em fall ‘cause I’m a top, they fall like dominos (Yuh, yuh), yuh, yuh
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