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[Intro]
Ayy
Ayy, stay on my Qs and Ps
There's no us, no wes
Got your ex-boo-thing here on her knees
These niggas, they lame, trying to steal the steez, wait
Damn, Pi'erre
Yeah, Solar Flare 14, yeah, wait
Solar Flare 14, yeah
Ayy, ayy
[Chorus]
Ayy, stay on my Qs and Ps
There's no us, no we's
Got your ex-boo-thing here on her knees
These niggas, they lame, tried to steal the steez, wait
Shawty fuck with me the long way
Hit that pussy, make it hurt
Yeah, she gon' learn the hard way
Shawty fuck with me the long way
Hit that pussy, make it hurt
Yeah, she gon' learn the hard way, yeah
[Verse]
Pulled up, Slick Rick
Got pneumonia in my fist
All my diamonds, yeah, they glisten
I'll never trust a bitch
Pulled up, 'Rari coupe
Nigga, yeah, I got rich
Oh my god, what's that smell?
Wait, forgot I'm the shit, ayy
I'm the antidote, she fresh like a cantaloupe
I'm an animal, make it out the envelope
Lot of these niggas talkin', pulled up, whoa
Yeah, sent a couple shots, now your casket closed
Ayy
Ayy, stay on my Qs and Ps
There's no us, no wes
Got your ex-boo-thing here on her knees
These niggas, they lame, trying to steal the steez, wait
Damn, Pi'erre
Yeah, Solar Flare 14, yeah, wait
Solar Flare 14, yeah
Ayy, ayy
[Chorus]
Ayy, stay on my Qs and Ps
There's no us, no we's
Got your ex-boo-thing here on her knees
These niggas, they lame, tried to steal the steez, wait
Shawty fuck with me the long way
Hit that pussy, make it hurt
Yeah, she gon' learn the hard way
Shawty fuck with me the long way
Hit that pussy, make it hurt
Yeah, she gon' learn the hard way, yeah
[Verse]
Pulled up, Slick Rick
Got pneumonia in my fist
All my diamonds, yeah, they glisten
I'll never trust a bitch
Pulled up, 'Rari coupe
Nigga, yeah, I got rich
Oh my god, what's that smell?
Wait, forgot I'm the shit, ayy
I'm the antidote, she fresh like a cantaloupe
I'm an animal, make it out the envelope
Lot of these niggas talkin', pulled up, whoa
Yeah, sent a couple shots, now your casket closed
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