[Intro: Maiya The Don & Jay Critch]
Oh yeah, uh
Hood fave'
Let the—, let the—, let the— (OG Parker)
Ayy
[Chorus: Jay Critch]
Roll the gas, bro, what's up with it? (Gas, gas)
Shorty super bad and that ass got some junk in it (Fatty)
And they keep on throwin' shots, what, you still ain't drunk, nigga? (What, you still ain't drunk?)
Shout out to my mama, though, she ain't raised no punk, nigga (Nah)
[Post-Chorus: Jay Critch]
I was doin' bad and I got through with that (I'm done with it)
If you see her with me, she got rackies in her Louis bag (She coming with)
Put her in that foreign, she get wetter when I do the dash (Ayy, hey)
In my trap you need a tutor 'cause I do the math (Grrt, the math)
[Verse 1: Maiya The Don]
Blicky wit' me, I might do a drill in the Peon Hills (Grrah, grrah)
Thick as fuck, look at all this ass, I ain't miss a meal (I ain't miss a meal)
Yellow whip, cream inside, look likе a banana peel (Woo, yeah)
Big Don, big money, big dog, I'ma big deal (Oh, yеah)
I been settin' trends, I see these bitches takin' notes, though (Uh-huh)
M's in the bank, double C's all on my torso (Woo)
I run through a check and I ain't trippin' on no broke ho
30K around my neck, thirty inches on my frontal (Yeah)
Front row at Kim Shui, diamonds doin' jujutsu
Magazine in the Chanel incase a ho got a issue (Grrt, baow)
Steppin' in my Lavin's, blew bag at the Comments
Hatin' hoes on my dick, I don't read they comments (They comments)
Yeah (Yeah)
Oh yeah, uh
Hood fave'
Let the—, let the—, let the— (OG Parker)
Ayy
[Chorus: Jay Critch]
Roll the gas, bro, what's up with it? (Gas, gas)
Shorty super bad and that ass got some junk in it (Fatty)
And they keep on throwin' shots, what, you still ain't drunk, nigga? (What, you still ain't drunk?)
Shout out to my mama, though, she ain't raised no punk, nigga (Nah)
[Post-Chorus: Jay Critch]
I was doin' bad and I got through with that (I'm done with it)
If you see her with me, she got rackies in her Louis bag (She coming with)
Put her in that foreign, she get wetter when I do the dash (Ayy, hey)
In my trap you need a tutor 'cause I do the math (Grrt, the math)
[Verse 1: Maiya The Don]
Blicky wit' me, I might do a drill in the Peon Hills (Grrah, grrah)
Thick as fuck, look at all this ass, I ain't miss a meal (I ain't miss a meal)
Yellow whip, cream inside, look likе a banana peel (Woo, yeah)
Big Don, big money, big dog, I'ma big deal (Oh, yеah)
I been settin' trends, I see these bitches takin' notes, though (Uh-huh)
M's in the bank, double C's all on my torso (Woo)
I run through a check and I ain't trippin' on no broke ho
30K around my neck, thirty inches on my frontal (Yeah)
Front row at Kim Shui, diamonds doin' jujutsu
Magazine in the Chanel incase a ho got a issue (Grrt, baow)
Steppin' in my Lavin's, blew bag at the Comments
Hatin' hoes on my dick, I don't read they comments (They comments)
Yeah (Yeah)
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