(Digital Sauce) You know, raw shit, nigga, uh (Chaos put the drums on it) Left cheek, right cheek, mm, that's what I like, she Lookin' at a nigga, up and down, she wanna bite me Uh, bounce that ass, go put your hands on your right knee Right knee, right knee, right knee, right knee, uh Here go 5K, go get your nails did Shit, I'm right back in the trap Walk out with a strap when the mail hit I just hit my lil' bitch friend, damn, she better not tell shit You gotta keep that pussy right, baby, I better not smell shit That my lil' thrower, she gon' Clap somethin' if I tell her to (That my lil' thrower) She gon', "Bop, bop," smack somethin' if I tell her to (That my lil' gangster) She know wherever I go, she right on side me (That my lil' thrower) She done drained me with that throat, I need an IV Yeah, a hundred on my neck That ain't nothin' I'll drop a hundred on yo' head and get you stretched, bitch, I ain't stuntin' Feel like I'm too deep in the streets to fuck with freaks who ain't got no money Get a rich bitch who won't spend shit, I'ma get her whatever she want Woah, hold on Baby, get your roll on Keep lookin' me up and down, wanna eat this dick, she ready to go home Pourin' liquor down her throat, she drivin' the boat, I'ma let her float on Yeah, uh, float on, don't take no pics on yo' phone (Bitch) I think I like this bitch and she like me too Bouncin' that ass, tryna be seen, baby, I see you Tss, one ain't enough, baby, I need two Uh, one ain't enough, baby, I need two Here go 5K, go get your nails did Shit, I'm right back in the trap Walk out with a strap when the mail hit I just hit my lil' bitch friend, damn, she better not tell shit You gotta keep that pussy right, baby, I better not smell shit That my lil' thrower, she gon' Clap somethin' if I tell her to (That my lil' thrower) She gon', "Bop, bop," smack somethin' if I tell her to (That my lil' gangster) She know wherever I go, she right on side me (That my lil' thrower) She done drained me with that throat, I need an IV (That my lil')