Letras
Think she playin' me, ain't that 'bout a bitch? Ayy (ain't that 'bout a bitch?)
On my wrist, bitch, that is 'bout a brick, ayy (that is 'bout a brick)
Come this way, play you like a mixtape (play you like a mixtape, yeah)
She say my dick is 'bout how much a brick weigh
(Damn, son, where'd you find this?)
(EarDrummers)
It's the DIRTY NACHOS (Yung Rari, Yung Rari)
Hit the gas station
Doritos, no meat, extra cheese
That's the lick
(What the fuck is DIRTY NACHOS?)
(Yung Rari, Yung Rari)
(EarDrummers)
I know you goin' through some shit (goin' through some shit)
Keep it goin', you gon' be lit (you gon' be lit)
I know you dream of chains and a wrist (chains and a wrist) (Trap-A-Holics, real trap shit)
When you forty, is you gon' exist? (Is you gon' exist?)
Take my goals and scratch them off the list (scratch them off the list, scratch 'em off)
And you know that we gotta pay the rent (gotta pay the rent)
See them snakes and they gonna hiss (they gonna hiss, yeah)
Ain't no playin' me, girl, I ain't a flick (girl, I ain't a flic) (Trap-A-Holics)
Think she playin' me, ain't that 'bout a bitch? (Ain't that 'bout a bitch?)
On my wrist, bitch, that is 'bout a brick, ayy (that is 'bout a brick)
Come this way, play you like a mixtape (play it like a mixtape, yeah)
She say my dick is 'bout how much a brick weigh ('bout how much a brick weigh) (real trap shit)
Niggas houses lookin' haunted, I don't even want that shit (no, no no)
He can have her, he want that bitch (nah)
She like to listen to "That's It"
She ain't know my dick was that big (nah, nah)
Walk and talk then I hit my hit
Sara Lee, let me get my bread
Kick that bitch out of my bed (get out, mm-hmm)
You ain't hood, boy, you a fed
Knock your ass out like Craig
I'ma journey in the middle like Shrek
I be on gang shit all day
Beat went off again?
Oh my God
What you do with lemons? You make lemonade (ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy)
We got clips like the promenade (like the promenade)