Letras
Lock it for me, girl, get low
If your mama gave it to you, baby girl
Yeah
It's your girl
You know
Let's do it
Oh
She pop lock and drop that ass
Pull Cutwater out her bag
She done made me feel like Niecy
Tryna make my bitches mad
Fuck that, I feel like I'm KC
She keep shakin' it too fast
I got women on they neck and all my bitches pop a tag
Say this beat is way too heat
My homie like, girl, send me that
She gon' bounce it, throw it back
She make her baby similac
Way she throw that mother fucker
Make y'all think it's Fendi rap
She a hoe, I wouldn't trust her
She gon' go off any rack
Pop that coochie
Lock that fruity
Drop that booty on my fit
She love Ksubi
If they don't like what I'm doin
Tell them sue me
This bitch going if I put Truey on her booty
Uh
Put that Truey on my booty
Know that nigga can't get this coochie
I might let that nigga eat it
Yeah, this pussy super fruity
Play backseat, got them twerkin
This shit lit this shit a movie
Got tequila in my cup
That shit got me feelin' groovy
Told em pop, lock it, drop it
Like it's the early 2000s
Bend it over, shake that ass
Let me see if you about it
Girls all up on they neck
I go both ways
Let me grab it
What Jaida, that's news to me
We outside
Summer ain't over
Drop that shit
We gotta have it
OK
This Chicago nigga, we the city of juke
They be scared to pop out in the Raq
Like all they do is shoot
I got pretty bougie bitches
We don't tussle
Keep it cute
Jazz, this shit a hit