Letras
She throw her hands up, I fuck with dancers
Go get your bands up, ho probably got me the pants too
You ever been to Atlanta? Told her come fuck with a...
Told her come fuck with this Lamb' truck
I know you look good when your hands up
One, I'm probably best dressed
Two, I'm probably best sexed
Three, they probably obsessed with me
That's why I got a butt check (Shit)
Bought a butter BBS natural weight
Diamonds dancing, they diss each other like they Drake
MLB heavy hitter, I do great
I probably Patrick Willis up the bank
How you only 21 when you on a song eating honey bun?
I'm only 21, jewelry shining like the fucking sun above
I hit her one and done, bitches coming to me like a hundred ton
Shit, I get ready, go wavy, go want a gun
I rock a lot of tags, tell your nigga one hundred bun
Kiss the bitch on the face, have you tons of fun
Make the bitch feelin' great again, Donald Trump
I stack cheese in my pockets on Papa John
Diamonds fuck up my wrist, give me garble tongue
Bitch get freaky for me, going lot of tongues
Crazy acting up, I never call the one
Swag got 'em hoes, it's a five star bunch
Jewelry on fist, give a five star punch
I ain't doing work, that's a five star lunch
My new bitch give me five star cunt
Slide in some shit, you can't see me, why that?
Run through the whole closet of Jim Brown
I'm super funky, I dance like James Brown
Bitch wanna fuck me, I need a brown now
She throw her hands up, I fuck with dancers
Go get your bands up, ho probably got me the pants too
You ever been to Atlanta? Told her come fuck with a...
Told her come fuck with this Lamb' truck
I know you look good when your hands up