Teen Spirit Lil Yachty

[Chorus]
Prettiest bitch breathin’, nigga fuck you mean?
G-string out the top of Camarlie jeans
All my bitches spend money like feigns
All yo’ bitches gossip like teens
Y’all got teen spirit, huh?
Goin’ cheerleader or sum’
You could have the best wig, I could still tell you’re frontin’
You could fuck on my nigga and I still wouldn’t be stuntin’
If you fuck up my nigga, then he wasn’t mine to begin with
Plus I needed me a reason to end it
He’ll be sorry so he gon’ have to spend it
Imma take that and still won’t be interested

[Verse]
Unh, AP, iced out
Diamonds hit like Pacquiao
First flight to Moscow
That’s why thеse bitches mad now
I’m that bitch and that nigga, what now?
If I post this, I bet hе wanna fuck now
I’m on different type of time, yeah
Pussy turn him to a vine, yeah
Super quick, slurp and spit
Watch him twitch, give me my fix, that eight inch dick