Lyrics
Jhonny Flames productions
Move you're fat fuckin' ass
She can't clap without her hands?
What did you say?
Nah you can keep that hoe
What?
If she can't clap without her hands then I don't want that bitch
I feel like Gordon Ramsey how I flick my fucking wrist
If your hoe spam my inbox then I block her quick
All this jewelry on me so I keep a stick
Bitch I flick my wrist
Ya I flick my wrist
Bitch I flick my wrist
Ya I flick my wrist
Bitch I keep my stick
Ya I keep my stick
Bitch I keep my stick
Ya I keep my stick
Okay like pop out
Bitch you know I keep it on me
We in the drop now
You know that this shit is not free
She giving slop
.40 let it pop
Fuck her then I swap
Fuck her in the drop, yeah
Okay like, run to the back
Go faster, she tryna smash
I will not let her
Okay like, baby got back
Big rack too so no bitch
I will not dead her
Stay with the strap
I'm poppin' nigga talk down lay
His ass in the coffin
Knock you off the map for cappin'
You lame bitch, choppa get to blastin'
If she can't clap without her hands then I don't want that bitch
I feel like Gordon Ramsey how I flick my fucking wrist
If your hoe spam my inbox then I block her quick
All this jewelry on me so I keep a stick
Bitch I flick my wrist
Ya I flick my wrist
Bitch I flick my wrist
(Ya I flick my wrist)
Bitch I keep my stick
Ya I keep my stick
Bitch I keep my stick
Ya I keep my stick
I finesse your thot
Man, I made this shit look easy
She be sucking 'til I'm dry
Man that bitch really be freaky
I got purple in my cup
And I'm pouring 'til I'm sleepy