Lyrics
(Rah, it's BKay, una)
(What the fuck?)
Bap, bap, bap, bap, bap
Man, them bitches rubbed out, I took the star route
Why the fuck are you callin' this car cute?
Urus black like me and it's sexy, look like my twin flame, look at my whip game
I don't even drink Pepsi, me, I can look and see them bitches do coke
I'm up like 7, the bank transfer go through in seconds
New smoke, new smoke
And when they get peppered, get them a doctor and a new coat
I'm not even tryin', I'm too cold
Niggas see me and they do fold
Too old, them bitches too old
Hatin' on me 'cause I'm young and I'm lit
'Cause I'm turnt, I'm sexy and rich (it's US)
Huh, I ride around with a dry mouth, I never could be a lick
Might stash a M at Chy house, but I fuck a ho in the Brix
Pop me an X and vibe out, I get to talkin' with lisp (okay)
Finger right in her ass like a disc
I break 'em in twos, I'm MVP, no assist (yeah)
My foot on the pedal, it's heavy (yeah), I'm hearin' it hiss (yeah)
I'm duckin' the doctor, doublin' scripts, I'm takin' a risk
Who's that? Who's that? Miss CC
In the booth with Boat, bitches know I'm a goat, they all wanna be me
Hit your body but it reeks and leaks like Nene
Huh, they get you ticked off easy peasy
I like a bad girl RihRih RihRih
Set her face up like CD, smokin' on shisha, feel like Habibi
If you top me, turn off the TV
All of the opps get sticked, if they want smoke, get 'em gon' easy (easy, easy, easy peasy)
Bap, bap, bap, bap
Fine shit said he wants to come London
But this shit like a dungeon
He heard it's just tea and crumpets
I told him to stop the assumptions
Five-star wanna come to Atlanta
I told her leave her phone and cameras
We got G6 goin' bananas
We gon' leave this bitch a dancer
Woulda thought it was Magic City
To the way how I got them dancin'
When I said I'm the best
You know I was tellin', not askin'
Ha, it's always me that's the last one laughin', advancin'
That's why her man a fan, that man be glancin'
We get to the chicken
But we don't fuck with Nando's
Fifteen chillin' in bando's, I was tryna lose my V to a rando
My new bitch thick and Nigerian, shit, I can tell by her daddy's sandals
My twin on the way, he a candle
Free DeSanti, he go Commando
Who's that? Who's that? Miss CC
In the booth with Boat, bitches know I'm a goat, they all wanna be me
Hit your body but it reeks and leaks like Nene
Huh, they get you ticked off easy peasy
I like a bad girl RihRih RihRih
Set her face up like CD, smokin' on shisha, feel like Habibi
If you top me, turn off the TV
All of the opps get sticked, if they want smoke, get 'em gon' easy (easy, easy, easy peasy)