Lyrics
Couldn't get the real beat
So I got this
I thought fine shyt wanted me
She just want the dick
Told the bitch that I'm the prize
Gone and take a pic(Pick)
Lil brotha still a steppa
Take him on a lick
Pour a cup of Luna
Mix it with it the Wocky
Fuck red ribbon week
The drugs got me
I'm in Bodega
And I'm posted with the Ockys
Fuck 12
Tell them niggas come and stop me
Pause
I wanna do a song
With niggas from Michigan
Nigga pullin' up
He mad I fucked his bitch again
She mad that I ain't speak
I ain't even see her
Why would I apply some pressure to a eater
Gang
My circle small
Cause niggas lame as hell
I can't do the Cashapp
Need Zelle
Bitches feeling me
Like I was some Braille
I had fucked her friends
She brought me clientele
What the fuck
They say they wanted Lazer on this shit
So I'm tryna hit up Lazer
So we can run it on yo bitch
I can't do a bitch favor
If a bitch ain't riding dick
I do this shit for all my dogs
Man I feel like John Wick
GOD DAMN
I'mma eat that pussy like some Spam
I keep that Drake on me
I walk around this bitch
Like Dennis Graham
Engine telling me to cut the beat
I'm going ham
Rappin' cause I'm tryna make some bread to feed the fam
I want a lamb
I get motivated seeing Fanum
I'mma quote Desiigner I got broads all in Atlanta
She want me to trick on her
Like bitch
I am not Santa
Tellin' me
She's just a girl
I do not understand her
Damn
Nigga