(OK is the hardest, I swear to God)
(We gon' be okay)
I think I'm lit, jump my fence, yeah
She on my dick 'cause I'm the shit
Just shut up, bitch, and eat some spinach, hol' up
And the stick might need a grip, hol' up, yeah
Ain't no bitch I had to stiff-arm, yeah
And I think it's a glitch 'cause now I'm big on 'em (What?)
Ain't threw that pitch and now they pissed off
Ah, oh, she my pit stop
Yeah, I can't go and save no bitch though
Yeah, can't see my fits but she got fits on
Yeah, that bitch off the wall like some Vans though, uh
And she suck my balls like a fan now, yeah, yeah
Come fuck with the band, come fuck with the fan, yeah (Slut, slut)
Uh, you can't have me, you can have my mans now
Yeah, I'm in a slut truck, not a van
She pull my pants down (Slut)
I think she want what's in my pants now (What?)
I think I'm lit, jump my fence, yeah (OK is the hardest, I swear to God)
She on my dick 'cause I'm the shit
Just shut up, bitch, and eat some spinach, hol' up (We gon' be okay)
And the stick might need a grip, hol' up, yeah
Ain't no bitch I had to stiff-arm, yeah
And I think it's a glitch 'cause now I'm big on 'em (What?)
Ain't threw that pitch and now they pissed off
Ah, oh, she my pitstop
Yeah, I can't go and save no bitch though
(OK is the hardest, I swear to God)
(We gon' be okay)
