[Intro: Heembeezy]
Yeah, yeah, yeah
All night, bitch, it's the joint
The trophy himself and all that, stop playin'
Hmm, yeah, aight, hmm
[Verse 1: Heembeezy]
I just pulled up in a–, hmm, wait
I just pulled up in a Benz, baby, bring your friends
If you ain't throwin' neck, baby, you can't get up in
And I ain't goin' in if I can't bring the Glock in
I can't do the nine-to-five, I could never clock in
I was never up in school, I was out flockin'
Bitch, I'm Mr. Turn Nothin' Into Somethin'
We don't do no sucka duckin'
We them niggas that was born to 'cause ruckus
Slidin' on the suckas at three in the mornin' in a bucket
I'ma die behind my Grammys, if he touch it, I'ma up it
Four-five if the nigga think he Mr. Incredible
Ass so fat, I be mad that it ain't edible
She sucked a nigga so good that shе turned me to a vegеtable
Bitch, don't ask me what I'm doin 'like it ain't money on my schedule
If you wanna take it there, then we can take it there
Best believe that I'ma risk it all if it's paper there
I be at his bitch house all the time, I get faded there (Hmm)
They don't want no smoke, I was out on they block
Tryna terrorize they whole gang, but nobody out (Hmm)
We the ones that yellow tape the whole crime scene
I'm that young nigga with the chili, so they don't like me
Bitch, I'm toxic, I'll block you while you typin'
Why the fuck you call me over and your clothes on?
I know she ain't shit 'cause she don't never leave her phone on
Girl, you bad, I'm tryna fuck you with the lights on
I'ma lock her in as "Pretty Face" in my iPhone
If I show up at three in the mornin', you know what I'm on
Skinny mini light skin lil' brace face
Beat the yocky up, got the bitch screamin', "Gang-gang"
Got her toes curlin' signs like she gangbang
Hold on, damn
Hmm, tuh
Yeah, yeah, yeah
All night, bitch, it's the joint
The trophy himself and all that, stop playin'
Hmm, yeah, aight, hmm
[Verse 1: Heembeezy]
I just pulled up in a–, hmm, wait
I just pulled up in a Benz, baby, bring your friends
If you ain't throwin' neck, baby, you can't get up in
And I ain't goin' in if I can't bring the Glock in
I can't do the nine-to-five, I could never clock in
I was never up in school, I was out flockin'
Bitch, I'm Mr. Turn Nothin' Into Somethin'
We don't do no sucka duckin'
We them niggas that was born to 'cause ruckus
Slidin' on the suckas at three in the mornin' in a bucket
I'ma die behind my Grammys, if he touch it, I'ma up it
Four-five if the nigga think he Mr. Incredible
Ass so fat, I be mad that it ain't edible
She sucked a nigga so good that shе turned me to a vegеtable
Bitch, don't ask me what I'm doin 'like it ain't money on my schedule
If you wanna take it there, then we can take it there
Best believe that I'ma risk it all if it's paper there
I be at his bitch house all the time, I get faded there (Hmm)
They don't want no smoke, I was out on they block
Tryna terrorize they whole gang, but nobody out (Hmm)
We the ones that yellow tape the whole crime scene
I'm that young nigga with the chili, so they don't like me
Bitch, I'm toxic, I'll block you while you typin'
Why the fuck you call me over and your clothes on?
I know she ain't shit 'cause she don't never leave her phone on
Girl, you bad, I'm tryna fuck you with the lights on
I'ma lock her in as "Pretty Face" in my iPhone
If I show up at three in the mornin', you know what I'm on
Skinny mini light skin lil' brace face
Beat the yocky up, got the bitch screamin', "Gang-gang"
Got her toes curlin' signs like she gangbang
Hold on, damn
Hmm, tuh
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