Lyrics
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, uh, yeah
You got a right to brag, but you don't talk about us
Talk about us
Focused on your bag, but you don't talk about us
Talk about us
Straight up off the app, but you don't talk about it
Took a while, but you got it in your bag, and we gon' talk about it
And she just wanna strip and pop that ass a magic custom
I ain't mad, what you want, I'ma let you have it, huh
Birkin bag, yeah, I know you come with extra baggage, huh
Real ghetto bitch, she got her name tatted, huh
Skirting off a foreign, that's how you was raised
Runnin' scams, turnin' tricks, that's how you get paid
Rollin' blunts, toting grips, that's how you get sprayed
Who's sellin' the most bricks, that's how you get laid
One thing about these bitches in this crazy game
They gon' fuck the nigga with the biggest chain
And we gon' pick the bitch that got the fattest ass
Type of bitch that make you nut quick, cause she movin' fast
Type of bitch pussy, get wet soon as you do the dash, huh
Every time it's addin' up, soon as you do the math, huh
And she just wanna strip and pop that ass a magic, huh
I ain't mad, what you want, I'ma let you have it, huh
Clown cash, movin' fast, it's time to what have it, huh
When this shit just addin' up, you turn to a addict
And she just wanna strip and pop that ass a magic, huh
I ain't mad, what you want, I'ma let you have it
Streets no double, the last one to speak on
And my bitch be thinkin' I be tweakin', whippin' up dope in the kitchen
Nigga been broke since I met him, he need more than to fix it
Heard he jacked off his money, got caught chokin' his chick
Know that we clickin' with that blow, we caught off from the shot
Hopin' and wishin' that that choke gon' fall up out the sky
These niggas pockets bone dry, I bought out the supply
I let the song cry, won't see no tear fall out my eye
But I got blood in my pupil, it's mug, I'ma shoot you
Before he can put his car in park, we left his shit in neutral