[Intro: Latto]
Do you rap or do you tweet? 'Cause I can't tell, get in the booth, bitch
(Go Grizz)
(Pooh, you a fool for this one)
(B-B-Bankroll Got It)
[Chorus: Latto & Flo Milli]
I don't sing R&B, but, bitch, I'm really her, fuck wrong with niggas?
How you let him cheat and take him back? Must be your only nigga (The fuck?)
I get loud just like my weed, I don't watch my tone with niggas
I hang up the phone on niggas (Click)
You ain't my daddy, bitch, I'm big mama (Bitch)
Every time y'all book me with them hoes, it's gon' be big drama (Grrah)
Twenty black Suburbans, we pull up like Sunday Service (Skrrt)
I just want a one-on-one, don't know why she so nervous (Bah)
Fuck what these hoes sayin' 'cause my nigga say I'm perfect, anyway (Flo Milli shit)
[Verse 1: Flo Milli]
Since a jit, thought I was grown (Haha), I ain't never watched my tone (Never)
I would cry over these niggas, but a bitch never alone (Aw)
Wanna fight me 'bout some dick 'cause you checkin' niggas' phones (Huh?)
I hope that ain't your only nigga, he ain't never comin' home (Damn)
Ho, I'll take over your city (City), bitch, you pussy, you a kitty (Kitty)
We pull up like Sunday Service, beat a bitch and show no pity (Haha)
I don't sing R&B, but when I ride that dick, we playin' Jodeci (Ooh)
A lotta ass, but I'm petite, lil' chocolate, I'm his favorite treat (Favorite treat)
And my Haitian say I'm perfect, try me, he gon' curse you
She be tough online, but sweet in person, where the other version? (Bitch)
Killin' hoes, they ridin' off in hearses (Bye)
Why the fuck you let me meet your nigga if you know he thirsty? Stupid bitch
Do you rap or do you tweet? 'Cause I can't tell, get in the booth, bitch
(Go Grizz)
(Pooh, you a fool for this one)
(B-B-Bankroll Got It)
[Chorus: Latto & Flo Milli]
I don't sing R&B, but, bitch, I'm really her, fuck wrong with niggas?
How you let him cheat and take him back? Must be your only nigga (The fuck?)
I get loud just like my weed, I don't watch my tone with niggas
I hang up the phone on niggas (Click)
You ain't my daddy, bitch, I'm big mama (Bitch)
Every time y'all book me with them hoes, it's gon' be big drama (Grrah)
Twenty black Suburbans, we pull up like Sunday Service (Skrrt)
I just want a one-on-one, don't know why she so nervous (Bah)
Fuck what these hoes sayin' 'cause my nigga say I'm perfect, anyway (Flo Milli shit)
[Verse 1: Flo Milli]
Since a jit, thought I was grown (Haha), I ain't never watched my tone (Never)
I would cry over these niggas, but a bitch never alone (Aw)
Wanna fight me 'bout some dick 'cause you checkin' niggas' phones (Huh?)
I hope that ain't your only nigga, he ain't never comin' home (Damn)
Ho, I'll take over your city (City), bitch, you pussy, you a kitty (Kitty)
We pull up like Sunday Service, beat a bitch and show no pity (Haha)
I don't sing R&B, but when I ride that dick, we playin' Jodeci (Ooh)
A lotta ass, but I'm petite, lil' chocolate, I'm his favorite treat (Favorite treat)
And my Haitian say I'm perfect, try me, he gon' curse you
She be tough online, but sweet in person, where the other version? (Bitch)
Killin' hoes, they ridin' off in hearses (Bye)
Why the fuck you let me meet your nigga if you know he thirsty? Stupid bitch
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