Letras
Damn Justin
This sound like some motherfuckin
Elevator music nigga
Bitch claim we broke
We woke (Bitch)
That big herbal bush kush
We smoke (Ha)
Zaza for them tata's (Smoke)
Bitch swear to God
She won't choke [coughing]
Bought Balenci boots
Now she want the V bag
Now I gotta go get that bitch (Got em)
Now Valentino ain't my forte but
I had to go and get that shit (Got to)
Cause the way that she suckin me (Uh huh)
Can't be the way she fuckin you (For real)
Like my nigga Mansa said
You know I'm bout to extort yo ass now
Bhadbhabie
Abort yo ass
Pound for pound (Pound for pound)
Yeah we gone go
Pound for pound (Pound for pound)
Yeah we gone smoke
Hold on
I stick to this shit
It's like a flea to a tick (Mm hm)
Don't hit my trap yeah lil bitch (Yeah yeah)
About no dimes or no nicks (Uh uh)
Must think we Randle and shit (We not)
K Austin baby, Yeah we groovy bitch
Mmm mmm mmm
Shake this shit up
Like a movie bitch (Movie movie)
This shit feel like K Austin
On some shit
Like Scotty Tool Cool (Too cool)
Too smooth, too smooth
Yeah, yeah, yeah keep it pimpin bitch (Pimpin pimpin)
It's kinda of weird cause I like these toxic hoes (Toxic)
Flip a bag and take a trip to the islands of Galapagos
You want to take a trip?
Got to keep the op out doors
Tell lil shorty take a trip
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
I stick to this shit
Like a dick to a clit
I call my girl a cow
Cause I got a bone in the rib
Niggas know what's at stake
I got dreams of stabbing Satan in the face
Wait wait
I know I love the hate hate