Lyrics
Yeah, my chopper eat just like Domino's (boom, boom)
Cut her off I don't need her I got better hoes
Drop that diss on me, he gone I'm like, "Where he go?"
Check my comments on a song, they like, "Not your flow"
Yeah, they like, "Bitch, boy, that's not your flow"
Call my brother he gon' shoot, yeah, that pick and roll (gang, gang)
Tryna push up to my crib, I can't go
Yeah, walk in Saks with them sticks just to buy some clothes (boom, boom, boom, boom)
Gang, I'm antisocial
You don't know my name, bitch, go and check my socials
Got my passport 'cause my hoes been gettin' global
Choppa hit your face 'cause that boy tryna be noble (grrah)
Tell my choppa got them packs comin' postal
She want me down bad, bitch, I'm rich just like I told you
I've been actin' different she like, "Damn, I miss the old you"
Makin' bad decisions in that Scat, I'm passin' Oak View (grrah)
I-I got Wock' up in my- Wock' up in my cold brew
I like FL Studio, my gang they got them pro tools
I'm not tryna kick it, ho, you playin' that's the wrong move (grrah, grah-grrah)
Niggas talk a lot
Drop that lo', what you gon' do?