Lyrics
Ayy, should I do the Maybach or should I do the Cullinan
Should I bust his brother's head and make him go get his cousin
Ayy, should I pay a stack for it and sell it seventeen
Should I take his ass down since he so motherfuckin' green
Ayy, in the kitchen workin' my lil' fish tank
I.R.S
trippin' hide it my bitch bank
Walk around boujee like I don't know my shit stank
Gucci Gu'wop to the floor and I sip big drank
Ayy, should I step on it, should I leave this shit clean
Should I send him up the road and leave somethin' for the team
Should I go get fly as hell on these niggas I got wings
Put a team together so hard in three months we gon' get a ring
Should I hit him with that fire, put that belt on his ass
You ain't no factor where you from, your own people know you trash
Niggas puttin' the O's in fancy bags, they playin' with the gas
When she twerk, that bitch wop-wop, she playin' with that ass
Ayy, wrist game workin', my neck spillin' water
I don't give a fuck about no bitch, dawg, that's bad
Is you, loyal , yeah
Should I lean on him, make somebody drop the price, dawg
I got niggas spend broad day, fuck when the nightfall
Ayy, should I do the Maybach or should I do the Cullinan
Should I bust his brother's head and make him go get his cousin
Ayy, should I pay a stack for it and sell it seventeen
Should I take his ass down since he so motherfuckin' green
Ayy, in the kitchen workin' my lil' fish tank
I.R.S trippin' hide it my bitch bank
Walk around boujee like I don't know my shit stank
Gucci gu'wop to the floor and I sip big drank
Ayy, we ain't goin' steady, bitch, forty-one, no petty, wrist
Play with me, it's murder, murder, you can see my pettiness
This money and these chains don't mean nothin', I was already lit
Take the show money, buy some sticks, her pussy pink like an ostrich
I want the shit and I'ma cop the shit, these hating niggas ain't stoppin' shit
They got everything up in the trap, this bitch runnin' like a motor
I can't drink no regular juice, contaminated my soda