Very sexy, Keisha, Becky Mm-mm, mm-mm, mm-mm, mm-mm Pull up, pull up and dump off, dump off Twist up your waist and jump off, jump off Free up, free up that number Oh my God, look at that bumper Wha' de bomba? Drip like my chain, shake that ass, it's insane Very sexy, Keisha, Becky Like baby, stop it Everything's mad if I slap this rocket (Bullet) Fit like ten bags in AMIRI pockets (Racks) I love this shit, I can't stop it Baby arch your back and slide on it Try hit chest, necks, belly or back Manna big man, twenty racks on tax Very sexy yelly Steffy (Bullet) Baby, shake up your bum-bum (Shake it) Don't have sex without condoms (Nah) Cali spliff lookin' Hong Kong (Loud) I don't pipe your girl, that's my don-don Very selective, select it corn, eject it The way he ran off, he meant it (gone) Yo Both hands on the back when I tap it Grab it and slap it, Becky a savage Let me show you a magic trick You can have this dick after that man vanish (Two MILFs) Two MILFs in a whip Bro-bro said he wanted a bit, told him he can manage This baby face an advantage Man still show a big girl what a man is Givin' my screw face, she caught me staring What you expect when your skirts so short? Out here twerkin', gone past caring She went out cheating, the girl got caught Stepped in the place all shiny I don't have a chain man, glow when I walk Don't phone if you're wastin' my time Got me changing my line 'cause I don't wanna talk Pull up, pull up and dump off, dump off Twist up your waist and jump off, jump off Free up, free up that number Oh my God, look at that bumper Wha' de bomba? Drip like my chain, shake that ass, it's insane Very sexy, Keisha, Becky How many Ls did I take this year And how many times did I buck your chicky? Had a cap on my head like 50 when I gave wood to your girl, that's dicky And I didn't wanna holler at Becky so I went Brighton and hollered at Britney And how many chicks did I swipe? Top of my head, I think about fifty And I don't really wanna hear nonsense Man sent one text to your female, now the bad B come lookin' like custard Slim ting with the back come DL Give her back shot 2-2, now she loved it And the ting come quick like an e-mail make bell don, got brain and he cuffed it JAY bun up the place like a mosh pit Viral, now I got fans in Boston 2-step to the dance all saucy, one gun lean, man did it like Russ did And everybody wanna link Keisha, Becky, ease up likkle man, stop it Bad B from kway called Lisa, ship them wanna take wood cah I'm poppin' Every day I give thanks for the blessings But I repent for numerous cheffings If you saw the way that I kweffed him, man I weren't shocked that his brethren left him Bet they thought the last verse was a fluke ting for my broski inside for some bootins Man I'm boasy, spent racks on a Cuban All my light skins, brown skins, they all cute tings Man, I love to go west, spend figures Then I go home, eat bariis and hilib African girl arch back, I wan' hit it Pounded yam with okra or spinach Snapchat Camden boy, your whole image White girl, soul food Gaucho, Nobu Mm-mm, mm-mm, mm-mm, mm-mm Pull up, pull up and dump off, dump off Twist up your waist and jump off, jump off Free up, free up that number Oh my God, look at that bumper Wha' de bomba? Drip like my chain, shake that ass, it's insane Very sexy, Keisha, Becky JS, JS They ain't made for this shit, they're soft I don't feel your verse, put it last All these man wanna talk about drill, they do drill rap, I ain't got no heart All the things man's seen and done in the field Nigga, you won't know the half And bro told me he just done that bate so now he's in a petrol bath Bro backed it, I told him dump off, dump off Before I back it, they run off Hit that once, she can't be my lover HMP so free up my brother Ambush, I got my block jumpy, jumpy Gyal on me, man they love me Two gyal, who's holdin' this brucky? Oh my God, look at that bumsy (Nine nine nine) See my guy got bagged for the chingin' The grind don't stop so we see this dough I told bro just slap it in reverse with a petrol can and burn them clothes (get back) A9 got caught with a grub, oh my, so it's lookin' like 2, do 1 And I pray on my life that I ride in front of the jakes or the whole tings done B-b-big up my chocolate darling True say that she lost the plot Doin' up, doin' up Gucci gang with her nails on fleek, yeah she whips that pot My bro just rid in a 'am, take that to the OT spot And I was 15 When we had the whole 9 block lookin' like Wizard of Oz See, back the beef, you get got G9 side, we're on top, B Becky come and then slop Me and Keisha mad 'cause she's on me Back the beef, you get got G9 side, we're on top B-Becky come and then slop Me and Keisha mad Pull up, pull up and dump off, dump off Twist up your waist and jump off, jump off Free up, free up that number Oh my God, look at that bumper Wha' de bomba? Drip like my chain, shake that ass, it's insane Very sexy, Keisha, Becky