Lyrics
She like "Oh my god"
She like "Oh my god, Sir Abe"
I just heard your mixtape
Fuck her on a good day
Nigga 'round here, we don't give no fucks, wait
That bitch love to say my name
She shaking ass like Coi Leray
I just want her for the day
Why she tripping, 'cause I don't even need you
Niggas be so fake, yea these niggas be so see through
I run up my bands, bands, bands yeah
Little hoe you wasn't in the plan, plan, plan yeah
I had to go and run up me a bag
These niggas hating, they come in at last yeah
I rock designer whenever I'm sad yeah
I'm not her father, but she call me dad yeah
Bags on me, bags on me
I got all my bags, and I told her "Cash Only"
How many bands, twenty four, yea that's a Kobe
Never going back, yeah these niggas love the old me
She like "Oh my god"
She like "Oh my god, Sir Abe"
I just heard your mixtape
Fuck her on a good day
Nigga 'round here, we don't give no fucks, wait
Sir Abe
Nigga round here, we don't give no fucks wait
She like "Oh my god, Sir Abe"
She like "Oh my god"
Feel like the KKK, I hate niggas
We don't really talk, all my niggas bang niggas
Pause, wait, that's not what I meant yeah
Hop all in the Benz, yeah
All my bitches some tens yeah
Gucci all my lens yeah
Praise Allah never sin, yeah
We be shooting many men yeah
We be shooting many men yeah
Y'all try so hard, but I make it look easy
Niggas got problems, well damn, come and see me
John Cena, you can't see me
Choppa sing like bad girl Riri
My crib got a TV aye
Wrists filled with VV's aye
Juice WRLD, no Kiki aye
Choppa eat like cici's aye
She like "Oh my god"
She like "Oh my god, Sir Abe"
I just heard your mixtape
Fuck her on a good day