[Part I: Prod. Pinkgrillz]
[Intro: Lazy3x]
(Grillz, bitch)
(Gang, gang) Then I call the ho
I done, yeah
[Verse 1: Lazy3x & Lil Darkie]
I done fuck on that ho (That ho)
Pour me a drank and I pour me a four
I whip in the trap, I whip in the bowl
I get to the racks, I get to the dough
And I got a strap, and I got a pole
She wanna kick it, just like Po
I been flippin' in the bowl
And now I'm winnin', on the go
She suckin' my dick and she a goat, yuh
I pull up in a drop top, goal
Skrrt in a foreign, Lightning McQueen
Shawty, she foreign, she look like a queen
Shawty a thot, she suckin' the team
I pour out the drop, I pour out the lean
Got a lot in my jean, gotta ride my way
Got a bitch and my wife, I call it LV
I'm gone off the pack, boy, you smell me
And where's your bed, boy? You tell me
That nigga a snitch, that nigga telling
He went out the lines, I surf, ain't lean
And all my slime, you know that I bleed
That nigga won't talk, now he in the streets
That choppa gon' sing, like do re mi
I'm countin' it up like A-B-C's
I'm addin' it up, I'm gettin' this green
Choppa gon' kick, Kung Fu
I can't love her, I'm not that dude
I feel like a crip, my hunnids blue
Can't fuck with that bih' 'cause you give me the blues
You know that I whip and I stay with a tool
You know I be drippin', I stay with the goo
You know I ain't trippin', I stay with them goons
And shawty, she shrimpin', she know what to do
That nigga a lame, that nigga a goo
I'm switching lanes inside of my coupe
Pull up in a Wraith, you know that I fool, son
I'm sick of these bitches, they all have disease
I pull out my green, now she on her knees
But I'm gettin' rich, I get to the green
That nigga 6ix9ine, that nigga a snitch
She want 6-9, she freaky as shit
I nut in her eye, she can't see shit
Like bro, gimme that, that's not yo' stick
I pull up and click, see if she's boy, that's not yo' bitch
I'm racing when I'm in the switch, yuh
I face him, smoke him like a spliff
And lately I've been on my shit
Don't pay me out, just need a grip
Tell that lil' boy "Get a grip" (Yeah)
And I got a clip, it sit on my hip
Nigga, they talkin' that shit (Yuh)
But I'm with your bih' and I'm breakin' her hip
I be independent, like boy, are you him? (Yuh, yuh)
You stay with the space, I'm shootin' this clip
Yo' boy is a mouse, I pull out the clip
I shoot up his house, I shoot up his crib
These niggas talk shit, ain't ballin' shit (Yeah, yeah)
Well, look at your bih', I'm callin' dibs
Ballin', need a scholarship
Diamonds VOSS, it's on my wrist (Yeah)
[Intro: Lazy3x]
(Grillz, bitch)
(Gang, gang) Then I call the ho
I done, yeah
[Verse 1: Lazy3x & Lil Darkie]
I done fuck on that ho (That ho)
Pour me a drank and I pour me a four
I whip in the trap, I whip in the bowl
I get to the racks, I get to the dough
And I got a strap, and I got a pole
She wanna kick it, just like Po
I been flippin' in the bowl
And now I'm winnin', on the go
She suckin' my dick and she a goat, yuh
I pull up in a drop top, goal
Skrrt in a foreign, Lightning McQueen
Shawty, she foreign, she look like a queen
Shawty a thot, she suckin' the team
I pour out the drop, I pour out the lean
Got a lot in my jean, gotta ride my way
Got a bitch and my wife, I call it LV
I'm gone off the pack, boy, you smell me
And where's your bed, boy? You tell me
That nigga a snitch, that nigga telling
He went out the lines, I surf, ain't lean
And all my slime, you know that I bleed
That nigga won't talk, now he in the streets
That choppa gon' sing, like do re mi
I'm countin' it up like A-B-C's
I'm addin' it up, I'm gettin' this green
Choppa gon' kick, Kung Fu
I can't love her, I'm not that dude
I feel like a crip, my hunnids blue
Can't fuck with that bih' 'cause you give me the blues
You know that I whip and I stay with a tool
You know I be drippin', I stay with the goo
You know I ain't trippin', I stay with them goons
And shawty, she shrimpin', she know what to do
That nigga a lame, that nigga a goo
I'm switching lanes inside of my coupe
Pull up in a Wraith, you know that I fool, son
I'm sick of these bitches, they all have disease
I pull out my green, now she on her knees
But I'm gettin' rich, I get to the green
That nigga 6ix9ine, that nigga a snitch
She want 6-9, she freaky as shit
I nut in her eye, she can't see shit
Like bro, gimme that, that's not yo' stick
I pull up and click, see if she's boy, that's not yo' bitch
I'm racing when I'm in the switch, yuh
I face him, smoke him like a spliff
And lately I've been on my shit
Don't pay me out, just need a grip
Tell that lil' boy "Get a grip" (Yeah)
And I got a clip, it sit on my hip
Nigga, they talkin' that shit (Yuh)
But I'm with your bih' and I'm breakin' her hip
I be independent, like boy, are you him? (Yuh, yuh)
You stay with the space, I'm shootin' this clip
Yo' boy is a mouse, I pull out the clip
I shoot up his house, I shoot up his crib
These niggas talk shit, ain't ballin' shit (Yeah, yeah)
Well, look at your bih', I'm callin' dibs
Ballin', need a scholarship
Diamonds VOSS, it's on my wrist (Yeah)
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