[Intro]
(Enrgy made this one)
Alright, alright, look, alright, what you— alright
Yeah
Okay
Ah
[Verse 1: YN Jay & Bizzy Banks]
Gotta twist just to get her open, is that Tootsie Roll?
Bitch wanna fuck under the cover, is your booty cold?
Beat her doonies down from the side, is your coochie swole?
Nigga pulled up in old designer, is your Gucci old?
Father God, I been betrayed like the Boosie song
Big bitch tried to tuck her tummy, she got juicy rolls
Tried to hit my dance, but you stiff, you be moving wrong
What the fuck? Is you fifty-six? You be moving old
In a foreign with a dirty plate, I be moving 'bows
All I do is win, I can't tie, but I be moving 'bows
Made a hundred thousand off merch, I bе moving clothes
Hit a bitch, then I go ghost, I be losing hoеs
I can fuck any bitch tonight, I be choosing hoes
Tell a bitch my name Geronimo, I be confusing hoes
Hit her in the InterContinental set— ah, damn
Sixty-five floors up, I be viewing hoes
I just let the Tesla drive itself, I'ma cruise control
Keep on talkin' while I'm talkin', I'ma lose control
7.62s hit your whip, you gon' lose control
Fuckin' all your bitches, got him mad, he gon' lose his hoes
If I swing my hand 'cross his face, he gon' lose his nose
Send my young niggas in his crib, he gon' lose his 'bows
I'll make my nigga cut your feet, he gon' lose his toes
Nigga stole your heat, then he told you, "How you lose your pole?"
Damn, you a fuckin' fool
I'll beat your ass and your brother, he get knuckles too
Bitch said nobody bust her open, she be fuckin' too
You ain't had no gun in the shootout, you'd be duckin' too
I told you, if your best friend ain't nothin', bitch, you nothin' too (What?)
If your bitch best friend fuckin', then she fuckin' too (Get money)
(Enrgy made this one)
Alright, alright, look, alright, what you— alright
Yeah
Okay
Ah
[Verse 1: YN Jay & Bizzy Banks]
Gotta twist just to get her open, is that Tootsie Roll?
Bitch wanna fuck under the cover, is your booty cold?
Beat her doonies down from the side, is your coochie swole?
Nigga pulled up in old designer, is your Gucci old?
Father God, I been betrayed like the Boosie song
Big bitch tried to tuck her tummy, she got juicy rolls
Tried to hit my dance, but you stiff, you be moving wrong
What the fuck? Is you fifty-six? You be moving old
In a foreign with a dirty plate, I be moving 'bows
All I do is win, I can't tie, but I be moving 'bows
Made a hundred thousand off merch, I bе moving clothes
Hit a bitch, then I go ghost, I be losing hoеs
I can fuck any bitch tonight, I be choosing hoes
Tell a bitch my name Geronimo, I be confusing hoes
Hit her in the InterContinental set— ah, damn
Sixty-five floors up, I be viewing hoes
I just let the Tesla drive itself, I'ma cruise control
Keep on talkin' while I'm talkin', I'ma lose control
7.62s hit your whip, you gon' lose control
Fuckin' all your bitches, got him mad, he gon' lose his hoes
If I swing my hand 'cross his face, he gon' lose his nose
Send my young niggas in his crib, he gon' lose his 'bows
I'll make my nigga cut your feet, he gon' lose his toes
Nigga stole your heat, then he told you, "How you lose your pole?"
Damn, you a fuckin' fool
I'll beat your ass and your brother, he get knuckles too
Bitch said nobody bust her open, she be fuckin' too
You ain't had no gun in the shootout, you'd be duckin' too
I told you, if your best friend ain't nothin', bitch, you nothin' too (What?)
If your bitch best friend fuckin', then she fuckin' too (Get money)
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