Lyrics
Ayy, ayo, Rare, how you had her, she was like-
I ain't gon'-, I ain't gon' lie, bro, I had her
I had her like, "Come here"
Dyce had her like, "Where you goin'?" (Back it up, back it up, back it up)
Spence hit her like- (back it up, back it up, back it up)
Yes, sir (let me jump in)
Ha, ha (let me, let me jump in)
Like, the fuck, let me jump in
If she don't got the ass, know I hump the face
Like it's my Bday, I'm gettin' cake
I got the wham on me, I got the-, uh
Tryna be my lil' baby, wе gettin' paid
Five thousand, I don't want that shit
Throw it back, and I'ma hump that shit
Fours in my cup, yeah, I want that shit
Shе tryna leave me the crumbs, I don't want that chip
Yes, yes, I'm in that bag (ugh)
Philly Goat shit, give me neck back (ah)
Turn to a ghost-like Snapchat
I'm in a all-black Ghost like Batman (ah)
I got the drop, I got 'em (I got 'em)
Pull up in a street Lanka (Lanka)
She tryna give me some head
I pull on her tracks, she give me saliva (saliva, psh, ah)
I gave my all to this shit, we got the whole world shakin' their hips
Act crazy and we poppin' the whip
10K for the whole Marni fit
I been shittin' on niggas, I'm makin 'em sick
Pull up, exotic whip
Fuck the Carti', I AP the wrist
Florida bitch, she call me jit
Just met her and she ate the dick
Diamonds on neck, that shit like some piss
Chalk line, I got it from Memph'
All blues, man, I feel like a Crip
Paid in full, I'm fly like a Mitch
I ain't cuffin', I'm dubbin' the bitch
When I step in the-
When I step in the party, they takin' pics
Who that? That's me at the door
Stop at the Wendy's grab a four-for-four
Bad bitch tryna fuck on the floor
When I'm done fuckin', she say, "Give me more"
They jump on my body, my whole body sore
This bitch grab my leg, that shit almost tore