[Intro: Yung Tory]
Uh (M-M-M-Murda)
Yeah, yeah, yeah
[Chorus: Yung Tory]
Treat the studio like the bando (Trap)
I'm studio trappin', baby (Trap)
I call the shots, commando
Bad bitch said she want CÎROC, mango
Fly as fuck, I paid a rack for my sandals
Can't get tied up, I ain't gettin' tangled
I got some top on the plane
Snakes on the plane, that bitch, she callin' me Samuel
Treat the studio like the bando (Trap)
I'm studio trappin', baby (Trap)
I call the shots, commando
Bad bitch said she want CÎROC, mango
Fly as fuck, I paid a rack for my sandals
Can't get tied up, I ain't gettin' tangled
I got some top on the plane
Snakes on the plane, that bitch, she callin' me Samuel (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
[Verse 1: Yung Tory]
I got gifts for your bitch, call me Santa
I took her shoppin', I was in Atlanta
Smoke a zip and I can't feel my brain, no
Hit the bitch, then I pass her to gang, oh
She a eater, gotta pass her
Smokin' salad, Caesar, damn
I don't need her, you can have her
Say I'm a cheater, you is evil, bitch
I don't need the bitch
I got a call, my niggas down, my niggas on demon shit
Broke bitch, I ain't speakin' with
Your number, I deleted it
I gave her the dick and she eatin' it
Why you still here? Bitch, you need to dip
I'm gettin' money, don't need a bitch
Mmm (Ooh), mmm (Ooh), mmm
I don't need a bitch, I'm on demon shit
She send me a text, I'm not readin' it
I kick the bitch out, she need a lift
I'm workin' hard, think I need a trip
Uh (M-M-M-Murda)
Yeah, yeah, yeah
[Chorus: Yung Tory]
Treat the studio like the bando (Trap)
I'm studio trappin', baby (Trap)
I call the shots, commando
Bad bitch said she want CÎROC, mango
Fly as fuck, I paid a rack for my sandals
Can't get tied up, I ain't gettin' tangled
I got some top on the plane
Snakes on the plane, that bitch, she callin' me Samuel
Treat the studio like the bando (Trap)
I'm studio trappin', baby (Trap)
I call the shots, commando
Bad bitch said she want CÎROC, mango
Fly as fuck, I paid a rack for my sandals
Can't get tied up, I ain't gettin' tangled
I got some top on the plane
Snakes on the plane, that bitch, she callin' me Samuel (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
[Verse 1: Yung Tory]
I got gifts for your bitch, call me Santa
I took her shoppin', I was in Atlanta
Smoke a zip and I can't feel my brain, no
Hit the bitch, then I pass her to gang, oh
She a eater, gotta pass her
Smokin' salad, Caesar, damn
I don't need her, you can have her
Say I'm a cheater, you is evil, bitch
I don't need the bitch
I got a call, my niggas down, my niggas on demon shit
Broke bitch, I ain't speakin' with
Your number, I deleted it
I gave her the dick and she eatin' it
Why you still here? Bitch, you need to dip
I'm gettin' money, don't need a bitch
Mmm (Ooh), mmm (Ooh), mmm
I don't need a bitch, I'm on demon shit
She send me a text, I'm not readin' it
I kick the bitch out, she need a lift
I'm workin' hard, think I need a trip
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