[Chorus: SiR]
World get on my nerves, man, this shit just don't excite me
Swervin' off the curb, bendin' corners ain't exciting
Pussy on my phone, man, this shit just don't excite me
Out here on my own, ain't too many others like me
[Verse 1: SiR]
Ayy (Ayy), ayy
I might pop a clip (Ayy)
Funny how it hit (Hit)
I ain't talkin' shit (No, no)
Fuck the politics (Fuck the politics)
I am not a bitch (No, no, no, no, no)
Got a 'bout it bitch (Got a 'bout it bitch)
She ain't 'bout her shit
Hey, I might blow a bag (Yeah)
On some ignorant shit
I don't pay no rent (Nah)
Funny how it hit
I ain't talkin' shit
Feel like Richie Rich
Y'all keep doin' looks
I got money on the books
[Pre-Chorus: SiR]
Can't believe the shit that I see (Oh-oh)
Five hundred degrees, still feelin' the breeze (Oh-oh)
She do what shе please, keep her off thе leash (Yeah, yeah)
But I love the fact she keep comin' back, we so ignorant
World get on my nerves, man, this shit just don't excite me
Swervin' off the curb, bendin' corners ain't exciting
Pussy on my phone, man, this shit just don't excite me
Out here on my own, ain't too many others like me
[Verse 1: SiR]
Ayy (Ayy), ayy
I might pop a clip (Ayy)
Funny how it hit (Hit)
I ain't talkin' shit (No, no)
Fuck the politics (Fuck the politics)
I am not a bitch (No, no, no, no, no)
Got a 'bout it bitch (Got a 'bout it bitch)
She ain't 'bout her shit
Hey, I might blow a bag (Yeah)
On some ignorant shit
I don't pay no rent (Nah)
Funny how it hit
I ain't talkin' shit
Feel like Richie Rich
Y'all keep doin' looks
I got money on the books
[Pre-Chorus: SiR]
Can't believe the shit that I see (Oh-oh)
Five hundred degrees, still feelin' the breeze (Oh-oh)
She do what shе please, keep her off thе leash (Yeah, yeah)
But I love the fact she keep comin' back, we so ignorant
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