Letras
This nigga calling me cause his bitch out
He wonder where I am I'm at my friend's house
But in reality I'm at his bitch (oh nigga)
In reality I'm at his bitch house
When your ass go to work me and you switch out
A nigga bout to go I need to bitch out
And she giving (gawk gawk) I'm finna glitch out
If I ever come bitch we gon' bring a switch out
Feel like a caveman we gon have a stick out
Better not bring a knife boy you better have your blick out
And you better come prepared we empty clips out
And I don't give a fuck what you with now
And shawty lil' freak she just wanna dance
Told her I won't do my dance told her get her mans
Nigga said that my music ass but secretly a fan
Tryna said I ain't even worth it but she in my pants (yeah yeah yeah)
If we not in the trap we at your bitch' house
You look at us like we playin' dumb but we not Mickey Mouse
She lookin' at my dick, didn't even take a honey packet
Your friends throwing hands, I'ma simply stop it
Stop talking back at me if you ain't really bout' it
She blocked me but she gon' come back like a boomerang
At the bar, lookin' for a brawl but don't call me Fang
Lookin' at my opp he reminded me of Mr. Hands
New guy in the trap looking sus like he Schrader Hank
Got a black hoe, but don't call me an invader, thanks
Lookin' at my paypal I think I just got like 20 bands
I'm not gonna fritter I'ma spend it with my fucking friends
My concert finna cause a fucking blackout
In your city they all know my name, I'ma pop out
1 in the morning like I'm Civ, she call me papa
Blicky in my hand and it goes fuckin' pow pow
She lookin' at my dick, didn't even take a honey packet
Your friends throwing hands, I'ma simply stop it
Stop talking back at me if you ain't really bout' it
She blocked me but she gon' come back like a boomerang
This nigga calling me cause his bitch out
He wonder where I am I'm at my friend's house
But in reality I'm at his bitch (oh nigga)