Lyrics
Twizo he cookin' up
Yeah
Okay uh huh uh huh
Its Friday bitches
Ayy look
Got these bitches on they tippy-toes
These rappers out here scared
You ain't tryna get no money bitch then get back in the bed
I know today ain't Friday but today I feel like Craig
I'll beat a bitch like Debo 'bout my motherfuckin' bread
Bye Felicia get the fuck up out the spot
How the fuck we in December and I'm still fuckin' hot
What the fuck
Bye Felicia get the fuck up out the spot
How the fuck we in December and I'm still fuckin' hot
Let me pop my shit
Is you gon' be broke or is you gon' be rich
You mad about a hoe when that is not your bitch
I done upped the score y'all niggas on the bench
What the fuck
One thing that I don't do is beg
Can't kick it with these bitches 'fo I do cut off my legs
They took the elevator Trilla had to take the stairs
He never tell me no he always tell me yeah
I just left the gym finna flex
You can't be my dog once it hit the internet
Trilla she on fire smokin' like a cigarette
Bitch I'm 'bout my bands like some flutes and clarinets
Got these bitches on they tippy toes these rappers out here scared
You ain't tryna get no money bitch then get back in the bed
I know today ain't Friday but today I feel like Craig
I'll beat a bitch like Debo 'bout my motherfuckin' bread
Okay
Bye Felicia get the fuck up out the spot
How the fuck we in December and I'm still fuckin' hot
Bye Felicia get the fuck up out the spot
How the fuck we in December and I'm still fuckin' hot
MBP around my chest it cost a knot
How many bitches give Felicia in my dm's shit a lot
I'm the realest bitch on Earth
I done gave like I got
If yeen pullin' up with motion yeen pinning to da spot
Okaaaay
If you owe me come like Worm on your block
Reaching for what's on my neck the quickest way to get a plot