Lyrics
In the Stu cookin that coca
Haters callate la boca
Spanish bitch w no ropa just some grills and a choker
These bitches Harley Quinn fell in love with a joker
Bad bitches drive me crazy fell in love with a chauffeur
End the call on that bitch I'm too pretty to argue
I got a text from my ex
I'm replying Who are you
If it ain't money then why would I call you
Just write me if it's worth I'm replying tomorrow
Yall niggas is terrible so you'll always be two
I'm that nigga so I'll never be you
The AP vintage cus I been on timing
And shawty do what I says so I feel like Simon
I'm Dr. Suess with a goose bitch I'm cold with the rhyming
Took a break in the coochie now I feel like a Hymen
I need the sack so I feel like a lineman
They so noble you so seasoned but that's cus I put the thyme in
Uno, Dos, wait Tres
Fake friends did me dirty and it's prolly for the best
I said cuatro, cinco, wait seis
You a goofy get the fuck out my face
I said Uno, Dos, wait Thres
Momma praying for me and that's prolly why I'm blessed
I said Cuatro, cinco, wait seis
You a hater stay the fuck in ya place
Jesus died for our sins I guess I'll die for our wins
I went to hell and back just for some bins
They ask me is it 50/50 when the money comes in
I said well that really all depends
In the Stu cookin that coca
Haters callate la boca
Spanish bitch w no ropa just some grills and a choker
These bitches Harley Quinn fell in love with a joker
Bad bitches drive me crazy fell in love with a chauffeur
Got a stick in the lamb like it's dinner time
Half evil Jean shorts but it's winter time
Make magic in LA like it's winning time
They tried to do the boy bad but I still Shyne
Uno, Dos, wait Tres
Fake friends did me dirty and it's prolly for the best
I said cuatro, cinco, wait seis
You a goofy get the fuck out my face