Levels* Latto

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[Intro]
(D.A. got that dope)

[Chorus]
Levels to this shit, bitches talkin' slick (Yuh, yuh), fuck up off my dick (The fuck)
I don't got to cap, on the run and back (Yuh, yuh), no less, a hundred racks
I need that yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh (Yuh, yuh), yuh, yuh, yuh
I need that yuh, yuh, yuh (Yuh, yuh), yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh
Set the record straight, I don't conversate (Yuh, yuh), fuck up out my face (Bitch)
Money get me hot, been about my guap (Yuh, yuh), Latto got a lot (Yeah, a lot)
I need that yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh (Yuh, yuh), yuh, yuh, yuh
I need that yuh, yuh, yuh (Yuh, yuh), yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh (Ayy, ayy, bitch)

[Verse 1]
Ice on, still on hot shit (Ayy)
I'ma let him talk shit (Ayy), ain't gon' stop shit, flop bitch
In my bag, ain't be on no gossip (Nah)
Already rich, so a nigga just profit (Tuh)
Can’t take offense to a bitch who ain’t got shit (What?)
Me and my Birkins got our own damn closet (Brr)
Pink Corvette, so flashy, it's topless (Skrrt)
If she got a problem I'ma help the ho solve it (Bitch)
I need that (Yuh), make him say (Yeah)
A ho can't compete where a ho don't compare
Six figure checks in the mail from Bel Air (Grrr)
Make shittin' on bitches a fuckin' career (Haha)
Brand-new body, on hour glass (Ohh)
Got old nigga textin' me paragraphs (Uh)
I swear I hate a nigga all up in the comments talkin' 'bout some pussy that he will never will and never have (Fuck)