It’s Latto* Latto

[Chorus]
Queen of Da Souf (Souf), and I'm Queen of Da Trap
Messy ho threw a shot and got picked off (Grrrah)
Fine as dime, you bad body ho’s ain't gone do nothin' but make a nigga dick soft (Uh)
Christian Dior to the floor ho
I pop my shit on a slow ho (Woo)
Fuckin’ for free and it's promo
Why would I mention a poor ho?
They know, they know, they know, its Latto
They know, they know, they know, its Latto
Queen of Da Souf (Souf), and I'm Queen of Da Trap
Messy ho threw a shot and got picked off (Woo)
Fuckin' for free and it's promo
Why would I mention a poor ho?

[Verse 1]
Said she want smoke, she no show (Shh)
Designer, I'm dripping in goyo
Just left New York with a bad in a bag
I'm shopping, I just left SoHo (Grr)
I fuck with crips, 'cause there ain’t no crowd
Go shopping I get what I want ho (On God)
He love when I drop it and move it real fast
And pick it back up and hit slow-mo (Mmm)
Big ass balences, long ass extensions
Look him right dead in the еyes when I grip it (Mmm)
Hoes tryna brеak up the vibe with my bitches
You ain’t gotta ask, I'ma ride for my bitches (Yeah)
Creeping and crawling, these hoes be listening
They suck and they swallow these hoes be gifted
[?] just give her a nickel
These shows in Bahamas, they gave me a 50 (Yeah)