Lyrics
Yuh Yuh, Yuh Yuh, Yuh Yuh Yuh
Oh, really? I heard that bitch, you miss me
Oh, really? Heard you tryna slide up to my city
Oh, really? Tell that shawty that I love her, I'm like sorry babe, I'm kidding
How that bitch is finna dub me
Now I'm up and then you fienin'
I'm like, yuh, stupid bitch, you in your feelings now
I need bands at minimum
Make a movie, feel like cinema
Heard you got a new nigga, but now you is not feelin em
I'm gon' show that bitch the unreleased, and now she cannot get enough
Like, yuhh, okay, Okay
Oh, really? I'm gon' slide, lil' bitch, I'm spinning
Sip that cup, then I get silly
You get racks?
Oh, really? Lil' bitch, know I count by millies
Fuck with me, you know I'm spilling
Bitch, I flow just like I'm Millie
Can't be like me, just like I'm chrome
Oh, wait, that's me, I think I'm trippin
Wait, I put my bitch in Balenciaga denim
Oh, really? Pop a X, yeah, pop a pilly
Act like custo', my bro dealin
Oh, yeah, oh, really? I wanna talk my shit, I'm screamin
She want meet and greet, she fienin'
I put a bad bitch up in the feelings
Run in his crib, don't need no reason
I love my diamonds, I see that I need it
I got Vetements and Prada
DRKSHDW, Balenciaga
Bitch, I'm coppin', you got nada
I'mma run up on your father
On this. On what? On huh? On nada
He gon' fuck around with my chopper
He get cooked just like a lobster
We gon' cook you like some cracky, uh
Fuck a lil hoe from the backy, uh
Bad lil hoe, she ratchet, yeah
Lightskin taco
Put a opp nigga in a packet, yeah
You know I'm gettin' these hoes
For all of my bros the way that we pass it, yeah
Gun too heavy, I'm saggin'
Big-ass, chop with attachments
I could not rock with your woes
Told that bitch take off her clothes, yeah