Lyrics
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Yeah
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, uh
Comin out the A we poppin
Talking to this bitch she ain't stoppin
Lost all my time need to lock in
B-B-Bitch you almost 40 and you ain't got a crib
Always at my home by myself
Never asking anybody for some fucking help
World is fucked up were living in hell
Rather be broke then end up in jail yeah
Grew up on the southside
B-bitch you know we always pop out
Your mans is a cop out
Really do this shit everyday
I-I dont give a fuck if she pays
All these people really ain't poppin its just glaze
I'm really him yeah I'm so based
At the club right now am I'm blazed
She feelin up on me yeah give me space
I don't really give a fuck what she say
I really love this bitch she my bae