[Intro]
Earl on the beat
Lousy
[Verse]
Yeah
I just hopped off the jet
Wait for my truck
Did it pull up yet?
They say life is a bitch
I'm playing fetch
I'm on Instagram live
So I gotta flex
Balenciaga on me, it look like I'm finna drown
Yeah this is a Raf, this ain't rare, ain't from around
I don't walk at all lil bitch, you know I be runnin' your town
If I catch him, I catch him, I swear that I'm gunnin' him down (Ayy, ayy, ayy)
My life a movie, and your bitch a groupie
I get her wet like she up in jacuzzi
Money get longer I'm feelin' like Uzi
Pull up on him with that uzi, ayy
I shoot a movie they call it Clooney, ayy
I keep on tunin' with no Auto-Tune
So my tunin' is just like Looney, ayy
Try me if you want, huh
You must be trippin'
You on shrooms or acid or sum? hm
I'm gettin' this cash, I stack it
These niggas ain't makin' assumptions
Nah, they just makin' assumptions
These niggas ain't makin' no money, uh
Run up on me then I'm gunning
Please
Please
I ain't talkin' 'bout prayin', but your bitch on her knees
I'm flexing like Terry Crews or Hercules
Matter fact I'm percules
Somebody come Perky me
They keep on working, please
Ayy, tell the Perky keep working, please
Plug keep twerking, please
Keep on slurpin', please
Off of the Molly, no 70s
I'm in the kitchen, like studio
Whippin' the crack, This the remedy
Hunnid in the clip, shoot you in your shit a hundred times, like a motherfucking centipede
Speaking up a hundred
Got a hundred, hundred stacks, on top
My money like a century
Ayy, schoolin' these niggas, no elementary
I'm in her mouth, so goddamn bad, she need her dentist, please
Please, please, bitch please
Fuck her once, bitch leave
Bang, bang, skeet, skeet
Earl on the beat
Lousy
[Verse]
Yeah
I just hopped off the jet
Wait for my truck
Did it pull up yet?
They say life is a bitch
I'm playing fetch
I'm on Instagram live
So I gotta flex
Balenciaga on me, it look like I'm finna drown
Yeah this is a Raf, this ain't rare, ain't from around
I don't walk at all lil bitch, you know I be runnin' your town
If I catch him, I catch him, I swear that I'm gunnin' him down (Ayy, ayy, ayy)
My life a movie, and your bitch a groupie
I get her wet like she up in jacuzzi
Money get longer I'm feelin' like Uzi
Pull up on him with that uzi, ayy
I shoot a movie they call it Clooney, ayy
I keep on tunin' with no Auto-Tune
So my tunin' is just like Looney, ayy
Try me if you want, huh
You must be trippin'
You on shrooms or acid or sum? hm
I'm gettin' this cash, I stack it
These niggas ain't makin' assumptions
Nah, they just makin' assumptions
These niggas ain't makin' no money, uh
Run up on me then I'm gunning
Please
Please
I ain't talkin' 'bout prayin', but your bitch on her knees
I'm flexing like Terry Crews or Hercules
Matter fact I'm percules
Somebody come Perky me
They keep on working, please
Ayy, tell the Perky keep working, please
Plug keep twerking, please
Keep on slurpin', please
Off of the Molly, no 70s
I'm in the kitchen, like studio
Whippin' the crack, This the remedy
Hunnid in the clip, shoot you in your shit a hundred times, like a motherfucking centipede
Speaking up a hundred
Got a hundred, hundred stacks, on top
My money like a century
Ayy, schoolin' these niggas, no elementary
I'm in her mouth, so goddamn bad, she need her dentist, please
Please, please, bitch please
Fuck her once, bitch leave
Bang, bang, skeet, skeet
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