Oi, Bullo
Ay, Huh
Yo Jelly
Grrah-grrah
Ay Nxxre
I like to party, but I need bitches
Clap-clap to the beat, I, I'm tryna see if she wit' it
I could've swore that she was stayin' wit' me
She tryna leave me, I swear I don't get it
I, I think she playin' wit me, don't got to question who layin' wit' me
Keep it a hundred, do you want me or you want my friend
I don't care about the time that you tell me
You should've told me that from the beginning
I don't compete bitch, that's what you want me to do
I'm tryna figure out how I could leave you
I, I do not wanna be rude
Think I'm fuckin' her bestie, fucked up, I made a mess
I wasn't 'pose to do nothing, I did not know that shit was a test
Please, I don't wanna argue, I rather rump you instead
I be missin' the way that you talk, I be missin' the way that you lay in my bed
In the party, a whole lotta women
Tryna talk my shit, lemme finish
Shakin' her hips while she lookin' at me
I think that she tryna be my competition
I be goin' through pain and she feel it
New bitch, and she one of the realest
Do a drill and lay low in the spot
Got a thottie, she given the drop
Feelin' be different, I'm under her covers
Finished the mission and beat up the box
Lil' bro's gon' spin when it's hot
Drill time, I put eight in the Glock
Spinnin' if I see a Makk in my vision
I bet I send my lil' brodie to flock
I'm in the party with bitches and bottles
Need a bitch, fat ass, like Mulatto
Like, if that bitch wanna fuck up on me I'ma send her the addy tomorrow
Like, shit clap to the beat don't-
Like we gon send that bitch back in a towel
Like she a lil' thot though
Please don't claim me, my bitches, you not though
Oh that's Dee? I bet I flock that shit
Don't stop, keep flockin' that bitch
Gun jammed up, I was pissed
I was throwin' mad shots, how the fuck did I miss?
I was mad that they didn't get-
Once I upped double hands, niggas turned into Rick
Like, I'm not gon' talk about scenes
But I ran into Dee, he wasn't on shit (Pussy)
Said she love me but don't know the feeling
How you love me, bitch, I know the difference
Arguing with you, now I'm out of your crib
I'm on that block, somehow I end up spinning
In denial, like what am I missing?
Off the lean I just feel like I'm tripping
Think I love her, how much am I sipping
Like bro, how the fuck you forget she the mission
Clap clap, clap to the beat
I wanna see how move with your shit
Shake shake, shake it on me
I cannot dance cause I'm toting my grip
Like bitch what the fuck is you doing?
I'm 'bout to up it and boom in this shit
Shake hips, she with the sweeps
But if she the line throw a few at that bitch
Oh she want my money?
I know that bitch is a trip
She only really tryna come and be around me
Cause she know that a young nigga lit
Like where the fuck was you at?
When I was just down on my dick?
Like I'm with Sha in the party and Jay right beside me if you tryna come with your sis
(Free Dot Go, free Naz nigga, grah grah)
(Come shake that shit, like don't let me break that shit)
(I'm tryna see if she geek that shit)
I like to party, but I need bitches
Clap-clap to the beat, up, I'm tryna see if she wit' it
I could've sworn that she was stayin' wit' me
She tryna leave me, I swear I don't get it
I, I think she playin' wit me, don't got to question who layin' wit' me
